Yesterday EPI and I discovered, much to our dismay, that the drain in our kitchen had sprung a leak. While EPI tried in vain to halt the leaking and mopped up the puddle that had found its way onto the floor, YT got on the blower and tried to find plumbers who might possibly have nothing better to do on a Saturday than come and fix our plumbing.
Amazingly, there were none. One, however, gave us a wee tip: call the insurance company, tell them that some major damage was imminent, at which they would promptly send over a plumber who would, if nothing else, stop the water gushing from the drain.
So that’s what we did. And yes, the insurance company said they’d send a man over, but all he’d do was stop the leaking — we’d have to figure the rest out on our own.
Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. And guess who it was? It was the immortal plumber!
OK, most of you won’t remember the immortal plumber. This guy came to fix a leak we had back in 2005 and subsequently regaled me with utterances of such infinite wisdom that I have never been the same again.
He didn’t seem the least pleased to see me. In fact he strolled in here like the King of Pipeland, just as sullen and self-important as ever, without even a passing acknowledgment of all the hours of pleasant conversation we’d once shared. Or maybe he just didn’t recognize me. Me, I hardly recognized him at first. It kind of looked like he’d had something done to his face, or maybe it was just a new toupee.
In any case, his besserwisser tendencies were unaltered, and after ladling out some immortal wisdom to EPI about how to go about shutting off the water supply to our apartment without scalding our neighbours in the shower [“make sure you go notify everyone because if someone gets burned, you could get sued”], he promptly left the building.
Which is really quite a shame because he could totally have had a major comeback. If he only knew the opportunity he missed!
[ps – Happy Thanksgiving to all my Canadian readers!]