That’s fine, everyone go to the beach. I’ll just sit here waiting for the plumber for hours.
The best part about this is that I go out to rake up the yard, no plumber. I take the phone upstairs and sit on the deck, no plumber. I go back downstairs, and somehow the plumber has left a message. “Hi, I’m at the restaurant next to your house but I can’t find your house.” Gee, if only there were some way to go next door to OUR HOUSE, that would be so freaking cool! So I called the guy back on his cell, and it flipped over to voice mail. I waited for another half hour, and headed to the beach.
Meanwhile, our toilet still blubs every time someone takes a shower, and we have no sink upstairs.