Plumbing is kind of like oxygen — you take it for granted until you have none. I’ve learned this after the last couple weeks of battling barfing sinks and exploding washing machines. However, I’m happy to announce that, FINALLY, our plumbing woes seem to be gone. Or, maybe not gone all the way, but at least in the realm of acceptable.
The thank you note I wrote the other day to Bob, the gurgling toilet fixer, was a tad immature. In fact, Bob, although a great guy, was a bit out of his league when it came to our drainage woes. Long story short, we had the 100 Acre Woods growing in our 100-year-old terra cotta sewer piping and it finally dawned on us to haul out the big guns of plumbing: Roto-Rooter. Of course, this was only after we sold our soul to Bob’s plumbing company and offered him our second born child for payment of the enormous bill he presented us with, but no sense in crying over spilt milk…or in this case, an overflowing toilet.
So while I wish I had something more exciting to be thankful for, my newly Roto-Rooted pipes actually make me extremely happy. As I write this I’ve done eight loads of laundry in a row and I’m considering pulling an all-nighter just to get rid of this back-log from when we were on a water ration. And while it truly seems pretty mundane, I must admit, I feel like a little kid on Christmas morning. So here’s to plumbers and the people of the world that do jobs I’d never want to do (that includes you, garbage men, proctologists, hotel maids, and pre-school teachers.) THANK YOU!