Living Life on the “Tony’s Plumbing” Hotline
“Hello, Tony’s Plumbing, how can I help you?” I answered, my voice dripping with faux-professionalism. The confused silence on the other end of the line was my first clue that I was not, in fact, speaking to a distraught homeowner with a leaky faucet.
“Um… I think you have the wrong number,” a hesitant voice finally replied.
This, my friends, has become my life. Ever since I got a new phone number a few months ago, I’ve been inadvertently roped into the world of plumbing emergencies, late-night drain clogs, and a mysterious man named Tony, who apparently runs a very popular plumbing business (or at least, that’s what his voicemail claims).
The Case of the Exploding Toilet (and Other Plumbing Adventures)
At first, the calls were infrequent and almost comical. A sweet old lady asking for a quote on a new garbage disposal. A frantic college student convinced his roommate flushed a sock down the toilet (spoiler alert: he probably did). But then came the night of the “exploding toilet.”
