Wood Flooring and the $40 Flush

I got into LA much earlier than I would have liked to on Saturday morning. I had about 2 hours of sleep but luckily I was not confronted with terrorists for screaming teenagers. I called the plumber that was supposed to arrive at 9am and they told me that they would call when he was to arrive. They also asked what the problem was. Well, I knew that the guts in the back toilet needed replacing and that’s about it. I am not a plumber although I have done a few projects, I’m not about to go playing in the water when I have other options. I was exhausted so I decided to lie down until the plumber got there. Sure enough, right as I was passing into twilight, there was a knock at the door, no phone call, just a knock at the door. Gotta love irony…
I led him to the back bathroom and went to fix myself a cup of much needed coffee. The sludge from Macdonald’s breakfast from the airport was not leaded enough to remove my permanent snarl. As I was impatiently watching the coffee pot as if it would move faster if I gave it the ol’ Evil Eye, the plumber comes around the corner and asked me again what was wrong with it. He looks at me with suspicion. (There has been a lot of that going around lately.) I went back there and watched him flush the toilet and it fill back up with water as if it was never broken in the first place. I felt pretty silly and irritated at the same time. I know when toilet isn’t working for crying out loud but since there is no masked toilet fixing hero I can thank, I pay the man for flushing my toilet a service call fee of $40 and send him on his way. I then have to laugh at myself. First because I have had 2 hours of sleep and second, because I have flown all the way to LA, early, to pay someone to flush my toilet. I decided it was time to take a nap before working on the floor. I had earned it.

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