I'm lusting after my plumber! He so lithe and buff and nice. He's a very nice man, who offered when I told him I wanted a quote so I could save up for the job because I was broke, to do the job and have me pay when I could! This is a VERY nice man. He said to call him when I got off. The day before I had gotten off at 2:30, but of course that day I got off after 5:00. At first he didn't want to come over because it was so late, but eventually he talked himself into it.
Of course he had to come inside the house, (I thought it would be the clean out under the kitchen windows, but the clog turned out to be in the wall exit of the sink). So embarrassing. He said he wasn't there to criticize my house keeping, his house look like my house, (Why did that make my heart sing?), and we went into the laundry room. It took him like only ten minutes to clear the clog.
A new problem arose. It turns out my plunging of the sink has crack the pipe below the sink. It was only a little cracked before, now it won't let water drain, it runs out on the floor instead. I now need a new sink, because the sink is cast cement and the caster cast it onto the pipe! Can't afford this right now. I am living on my tips. All my wages are going to bills. The plumber, seeing the look on my face suggested a alternative. I cut the end off the overly long drain hose for the washer and put epoxy on it and stick it down the pipe and seal up the crack that way. I just need to get the glue. Which I will tomorrow.
We had a little conversation about pizza. I swear he looked to see if I was wearing a wedding ring. Why was I wearing my mother's engagement ring? Why? Why?
Oh well, soon the front will stop up and I can call him to do that!
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