It was a week ago Saturday when the toilet backed up beyond my ability to repair things, and worse, right about the time the plumbers got here, a water line in the garage gave way. The end result, of course, was a large check I had to write.
It’s much warmer this week, and the lines in the garage seem to be fine, but the toilet is backed up once again, and worse, it spews into the bathtub.
I noticed this at 9:30 last night. A bored receptionist informed me that [no sense mentioning his name here] would be out in approximately 45 minutes.
Three hours later, he hadn’t shown up, and they’re no longer answering the phone. I left some vague contumely on some unidentified person’s voice mail.
What I’m thinking: call every five minutes starting about 7:55 am. And then reconsider why I’m paying these yutzes three hundred-odd dollars a year as a retainer so that they’ll actually come out at times like 10:15. Evidently I am too stupid to live.