The Plumber

I know this will be almost impossible to believe, but it really happened about five years ago.

One day I heard some water dripping in the basement. I, of course, had to call a plumber, and

I asked for a free estimate. My wish was granted. Later, he arrived and I took him down to

the basement and pointed out where the drip was. He grabbed my hand. Even five years ago I

was classified as an old lady by the experts. He wasn't going to let go of my hand as I tried to pull away. So I said, "It's cold down here." He let go, probably thinking that I preferred a place warmer than the basement to carry on what it was he had in mind. We proceeded up the stairs and as his shoes were in the front entry, he had to go through the living room on his way out.

But he made a stop. He decided to sit on my couch. I sat in a chair. He started talking as if he

were just a new neighbor that I had invited in. I really didn't know what I should do.

Then the phone rang. The phone was in the kitchen at the time, so I left him sitting there while

I answered the phone. He couldn't hear what I was saying, but I think he got nervous. I hung

up the phone and went back to the living room. He was in the front entry putting his shoes back on. Then he left, but eventually I received the bill for the free estimate. Almost $80.00! This man must have been really mad!

I wrote to the company and straightened that out and they cancelled the billed amount. I

didn't tell them what happened as I had no witnesses and who would believe it anyway? But it

really happened.