The first plumbing emergency?
I called an emergency plumber.
I imagine they were likely waiting in the plumber station for my call.
They were there, hanging out with their dalmatian, washing the van, sliding down the emergency plumber pole.
For practice?
Of course.
I dunno,
Either that or working out and getting in shape for that ‘emergency plumber’ calendar.
Single people just love emergency plumbers.
You know,
With their pants.
Nothing quite as hot as ass cleavage.
And then their big, powerful plumbing trucks
All of that ‘clear your pipes’ kind of thing.
It’s almost enough to put condensation on your pipes.
(but if you have that kind of moisture problem, a good plumber might come in handy)1
There’s a certain bravery that I think people gravitate to.
To be an emergency plumber, you need a certain selflessness.
You know what I’m saying?
When you run out, we run in.
They face things everyday that normal people do not want to look at.
They make their business urgent because they know your business is too.
If you are having a crap today, or anytime this week, stop the doom scrolling and call a local plumber. Take a moment to say thank you.
Even if you don’t need them right now, it is very good to know they are there.
It’s the old saying goes: If they don’t find you handsome, they can at least find you handy. - Red Green - in this case, ‘handy’ means close at hand or nearby.
Great timing on this one. A clog in a bathroom sink past the drain and trap yesterday turned out to be a lot harder to clear. Didn't have to call a plumber though, managed to take the plunge myself.
Hmmm...who ya gonna call?
Emergency folks?
My Dad spent some time as a roadside assistance tractor trailer mechanic. Having his personal phone number was a coveted privilege for a trucker. True story. Our address in the phone book was not our civic address, but the lot number in the community planning document. Mom's brilliant way of ensuring random truckers didn't knock on the door in the middle of the night to try to pull Dad out of bed to help them out. Because he would. Even if he didn't know them. He had no boundaries if someone was in trouble.
Emergency gardeners?
Emergency hair stylists?
Emergency bookkeepers?
Emergency clowns?
Emergency novelist?
Emergency furniture refinishers?
One way to pick a career is to avoid careers related to emergencies.
Funny, I just realized that every holiday, we (spice merchants) run a social media post letting people in our community know that we can help them out if they have a spice emergency. The van becomes "The Spice Mobile" and hubby becomes Spice Man...na na na na na. No cape and cowl are required for deliveries. Saving meals since 2016.
Acorn and tree. Acorn and tree.