The Plumber

Jimmy Waite, aka "Can't Wait" is waiting. Waiting for me to leave. He shuts the water off each fall and empties the pipes, and he reverses the process in the spring. This year I've outwaited Jimmy. He's anxious that a cold snap will pop the joints or crack a toilet bowl. We came close a few weeks back, but it has been so mild since that we haven't had a problem. My problem is only paying him to do something that I think I can do perfectly well. This little exercise costs plenty every year, and I have the competence and the time, and I should do it. But he's coming this year because I am anxious that I might forget to do that one thing that will cost us thousands, the save a buck to lose a lot routine. How often have I done things like that before! So I ask Jimmy, can you show me how to close the house down and he tells me that he is just too busy to connect with me, and for this one more time, his bullying will get him the job, but his gravy days at Stonepile are definitely numbered. And that's the truth of the situation.