The Plumber

We've finally got our well issues figured out. Ray Chumley (The septic guy. I like saying his name.) came out with a plumber and they took care of it. This plumber, whose name I can't remember right now, was hysterical. He showed small traces of humor at first, but it was the kind of humor you use around people you don't know, very reserved. When he got a little more comfortable with all of us he let loose. When the water went on again and the toilet was filling up one of the guys said, "I hear the toilet filling up!" and he replied, "It sounds a little differently to me. . .all I hear is CHA CHING CHA CHING!" What cojones! There was more where that came from, too. It was hysterical.

When he was working on the kitchen sink he was telling us about how his 18 year old son just wrecked his truck for the third time. He hit a parked car in a parking lot and maintains that the car was 'parked funny.' But, c'mon, if it's parked it's not moving and you should be able to avoid it, right? No, he t-boned it. The priceless thing about it is that the car he hit belonged to his driving instructor!! Nice job teaching that one, lady! Now, that's irony. Can you imagine if the case was brought to a court how funny the fault arguments would be?

There will be more of him, yet, because he's doing the plumbing for the new cabin that's going up right now.