Monday, February 16, 2004

Oops, No Pipe Wrench

Well, Mitch, can I just tell you. My builder has apparently hired a plumbing firm that exclusively employs chappies who do not like to show up with their tools. "Oops, no pipe wrench!" is the company motto. The first couple of times it happened I tried to make myself believe that they were anomalies, rather than the manifestation of a company-wide anti-tool philosophy, but then guy they sent out to pump air through the lines announced, "oops, no pump!"

What the heck kind of Bizarro World line-pumper goes to a job with no pump? What kind of Bizarro World plumber goes to a job with no pipe wrench? Am I wrong to believe that a plumber's livelihood more or less depends upon his ability to wrench pipes? Is it just a deluded fantasy, this romantic notion I have of the kindly, roly-poly plumber hunkering down over a nice, juicy pipe, his trusty pipe wrench in hand, an inch or so of butt-crackie poking delicately out of his Dickies, bravely restoring heat and hot water to the cold and the dirty?

Because the upshot of hiring plumbers who are pathologically opposed to tools is that my gas is shut off. Indefinitely. In February. Granted, this is not so horrible in Austin as it would be up yonder, but STILL. I wouldn't mind a shower, I tell you whut.