True, you gave me my big break. But does that mean I owe you for life?
The first call of the morning came in before 7 a.m. A burst pipe, flooding in the kitchen, a panicked mother, house in disarray. In the background, I could hear the usual commotion — little kids, still in pajamas, probably slipping and sliding around as their mother tried frantically to put breakfast together on the stairs.
“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” I said briskly, tucking my phone back into my pocket. There was a reason I always davened vasikin; a plumber’s day starts early.
Mrs. Halb hovered anxiously as I shut the water valve and took a look under the sink. The problem was easy to spot: an old fitting, a weak joint, and there — the burst pipe. Now, the cabinet beneath the pipe is flooded, and water has probably leaked into the basement below, too.
First things first: I got to work on removing the damaged section of the pipe and replacing it with a new pipe part and fitting. Then, I tested the rest of the joints — some of them looked almost ready to give out, and needed replacing as well.
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