I was downstairs in the laundry room last week, when I felt a drip hit my neck.
I looked up, only to realize that there was a huge spot above me.
I could only pray that the pipe that was leaking was cold water, and not a hot water pipe. My husband is not a plumber, even though he tries. There aren’t enough curse words in the English language for my husband to make repairs to plumbing. First off, he does not know what he is doing, and second off, he doesn’t enjoy plumbing. To wait until he got home would mean I would have to call a plumber who did emergency work and pay a lot of extra money. But I didn’t even know if there was such a thing as an emergency plumber. I went online to look for plumbers in our area, and to see if any did emergency work. One man told me to shut the water off and he would be there first thing in the morning. I have two kids, and I cannot shut my water off. The next plumbing company I called told me they did emergency plumbing work, but it was going to cost me. I knew my son worked for a company that did plumbing, so I called him. I told him about the leak and asked if he thought he could help his father repair the leak. It wasn’t half an hour later when my son was at the house. He told me he wouldn’t charge me emergency plumber prices, but he was expecting a steak dinner the next time he came over.