After two and a half hours with the plumber, the shower head is still dripping.  He didn’t have all the parts with him to fix the damn thing.  We also spent a good 45 minutes trying to find where we could shut the water off.  There was just nothing in the house, or in the garage, or anywhere to turn the water off.  The only place is at the water meter.  But he had to pull the box out of the ground to do it.  He said, “I have to charge you extra for this.”  I looked at him helplessly and replied, “Thank you.”

The shower door decided to fall off and collapse when I closed it after the plumber finished his toying with the faucet and all.  I uttered, “Lord,” when the door came off.  I tried to hold on to it so that it didn’t hit anything and break into pieces.  The plumber stood there and watched me doing the crazy dance and trying to rescue the door, and then he chuckled and said, “That’s right.  That is the right word to say when shit happens.”  And then he laughed some more.  I rolled my eyes heavenwards thrice when he made that comment, but I didn’t think he saw me doing that.  Otherwise, he would have giggled and said, “That’s right.  That’s the right thing to do when someone stood there being stupid and said something idiotic.”

Once the shower door was safe,  we walked downstairs.  He began to prepare the paperwork.  $90 for today’s visit, and $500 when he returns with all the parts to fix everything.  I looked at the paperwork and wondered if he forgot about the extra he was going to charge me because he had to pull that box out of the ground around the water meter.  Boy.  Am I lucky.