Another Plumbing tale at Tacoma
Our encounter with electricians and plumbers has been funny beyond identification and explanations. Well, we have shifted our dwelling to 7 American States and 12 cities. And each time the shifting has taken place, we’ve, as in my hubby, Greg and I, have had something amusing to encounter in our numerous interactions with the Home improvement guys here- be it the technician on plumbing, electric works, gardening. You think it, and we’ve had one hell of a job getting them to do the job as per our precise choice. For some odd reason, whichever state and city we have shifted to, Greg and I have been extremely particular about one issue- we would like our house to be in rollicking condition. The feel and interiors has to imitate our lively and bright character. Well, a generous quantity of class coming out in our home accessories is also something that we surely wouldn’t mind at all. There was this interesting encounter Greg had with this particular Tacoma Plumber who was kind of hard of hearing. Just when he rang the doorbell, and I opened it- I said that I was so glad to see him as we were cooling our heels since a long time to get our plumbing fixtures in place. Immediately after my saying that, he flipped and asked me puzzled- “Why would you be ‘sad’ to see me?” I was like- “One Second! Hold it. When did I say that I’m sad, I said glad.” After that Greg told him to wipe the pipes well. And he turned and said-“Apologies Sir! I shall not clean the car window swipes. I am just a plumber, not a cleaner.” And Greg started to scratch his skull in perplexity. Then I walked up to Greg and conveyed to him that the guy was not too great at hearing correctly. Ah! Tacoma Plumbing ! After he had gone, I heard my neighbor Ruth also complaining over some not up to the mark Plumbing experience in the town. Were all Tacoma Plumbers like that? – I pondered.
