As I was awaiting the arrival of the plumber to investigate our recent rash on plumbing issues, the water line for the basement toilet became disconnected from the tank. How a propose since the plumber was inbound. As if the universe had whispered a little somethin'-somethin'. The sound of rushing water spraying at greater than 75 psi is not quite like the sound of a locomotive or a F5 tornado but still disconcerting to the audible palate. With cat like reflects, I pounced. In conjunction with the insuing flood in the basement, the phone was ringing. In the back of my mind, I began to wonder if that was the plumber calling to notify me that he wouldn't be showing up today. After wrastling with the serpent weilding line and shutting off the water, I answered the phone in a soaked fashion. It was Kristi. She wanted to know how things were going. I'm the King of the World!
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