the singing plumber
July 10, 2007He showed up a day late. When he saw the stopped up sink, he mumbled, ‘Ah, standing water.’ Then he went to get his gear, singing merrily.
Twenty minutes and $138 later, he was done. Obviously, I’m in the wrong profession, or I would be singing too. He wasn’t quite as dramatic as the lady at the store last night, but perhaps by the end of the day (only 2:30 p.m. now), he gets positively operatic.
