Your writing always strikes home with me. Today I laughed out loud, and thanked the lord that you have a good plumber! Our plumber, John, will usually come whenever Bob calls him. He too is a good old boy, and somehow that brings me comfort.
My favorite plumber story is the time, a few years ago, when the kitchen sink backed up. Bob will not allow "clog busting shit" down his pipes, they might disintegrate - as you well know. So we tried the snake - no luck. So the call went out to John. This time though, he was working on a project and wouldn't be able to get to us for days.
So we tried a recommendation from a friend. Not everyone has a Tammy as a neighbor, and this recommendation was not the best. But I had no sink, and I was desperate. He told us that there was a clog in the waste line in the basement. There was no other choice than to jack hammer the cement and clear out the pipe. We decided to sleep on it.
Meanwhile, faithful John felt bad about not getting to us, and called at 5:00 p.m. to say he was on his way over. He was able to remove a small section of pipe and snake down further. The "clog" turned out to be 2 enormous walnuts!! We concluded that some clever squirrel thought the vent pipe on the roof was a walnut safe. In any case, the clog was miraculously fixed, and John charged about $50.
Your writing always strikes home with me. Today I laughed out loud, and thanked the lord that you have a good plumber! Our plumber, John, will usually come whenever Bob calls him. He too is a good old boy, and somehow that brings me comfort.
My favorite plumber story is the time, a few years ago, when the kitchen sink backed up. Bob will not allow "clog busting shit" down his pipes, they might disintegrate - as you well know. So we tried the snake - no luck. So the call went out to John. This time though, he was working on a project and wouldn't be able to get to us for days.
So we tried a recommendation from a friend. Not everyone has a Tammy as a neighbor, and this recommendation was not the best. But I had no sink, and I was desperate. He told us that there was a clog in the waste line in the basement. There was no other choice than to jack hammer the cement and clear out the pipe. We decided to sleep on it.
Meanwhile, faithful John felt bad about not getting to us, and called at 5:00 p.m. to say he was on his way over. He was able to remove a small section of pipe and snake down further. The "clog" turned out to be 2 enormous walnuts!! We concluded that some clever squirrel thought the vent pipe on the roof was a walnut safe. In any case, the clog was miraculously fixed, and John charged about $50.
A good plumber is worth his weight in gold!
I LOVE this story and those DAMNED SQUIRRELS will be the death of us!