It all started innocently enough. A buzz, a glance at my phone, and then…confusion. The caller ID displayed an unfamiliar number, but the name attached to it was what really threw me: “Tony’s Plumbing.” Now, I’m many things – a baker, an aspiring gardener, a champion napper – but a plumber, I am not.

The First Drips of Disaster

I almost didn’t answer. But curiosity, that pesky little gremlin, got the better of me. “Hello?” I ventured, a hint of caution in my voice.

“Hey, is this Tony?” boomed a gruff voice on the other end. “About that leaky faucet in the upstairs bathroom…”

And that’s how it began. My journey as the unwitting receptionist for a plumbing service I knew nothing about. I politely explained the mix-up, assuring the caller that while I sympathized with their plumbing woes, I possessed zero pipe-related superpowers. He seemed surprised, even a little suspicious, but eventually accepted my explanation and hung up.

Flooded with Calls (and Plumbing Problems)

I thought that was the end of it. I was wrong. Oh, so very wrong. The calls kept coming. A frantic woman seeking help for a “singing toilet” (whatever that meant). A man inquiring about the price of a “newfangled showerhead.” Each time, I patiently explained the situation, my amusement slowly giving way to a mild sense of exasperation. It was like trying to stem a tide…of plumbing emergencies.

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