First of all, before you read this entry, could you please just remember this very basic but oft-denied fact of life?:
Okay. Now that we have that out of the way:
Thing that can really suck about being from a small town, #149
When you call a plumber to come over because
A) your toilet is clogged again, since freezing temperatures and toilet-flushing-function are apparently somehow related, and your efforts at plunging seem to be making things worse,
B) your washer has water in the bottom and won’t seem to drain out or let you start a new load,
and when the very young and somehow-strangely-familiar-seeming plumber comes over and is standing right in front of you and you look down on the basement floor and see that somehow your washer has come unplugged,
and you realize in that moment that you, effectively, called the plumber to come over and discover that you are totally blond,
and immediately after THAT, when he checks out the toilet and tells you that, [and I quote]:
“It was just a soft plug, that’s all,”
and you realize that “soft plug” is very likely a euphamism,
and he leaves the house and drives away in his white van and you are already reeling from how this 10-minute episode has caused you so much embarrasxment that you are going to need a year’s worth of therapy,
at THAT moment, it dawns on you that the plumber dude, in retrospect, looks a LOT like a kid you once babysat.
That is thing #149.
“Soft Plug” – Macomb’s Number 1 Prog Metallers.
“Everyone Poops” was one of Anna’s fave books at 2.