the singing plumber: the sequel
July 11, 2007After the plumber left yesterday afternoon, I went to my long-awaited shower. A couple of minutes later, I thought, why that feels like water is pooling at my feet.
To avert disaster, I cut short my long-awaited shower. Then I made a quick call. Unfortunately, I had to leave, thus missing another chance to hear his happy tones (see previous post). But another family member reported that there was no charge this time. In his zeal to leave the premises, the plumber had not ascertained that the blockages had been removed completely but simply shifted.
But I am fairly sure that his days are more like a musical than anything else, and for his clients, life often tends toward the noirish.
