Monday, October 17, 2011

Since when are plumbers hot?

First, I'd like to welcome all the Minions who found me through "Reader's Digest." Welcome! This blog might not be at all what you're expecting.

Today I had to stay home from work for a doctor's appointment. Thankfully, Rosie-Posie-the-schedule-maker took me off three weeks ago, so there was no showing-up necessary. Which was good, because I might've strangled the person I took care of over the weekend if I'd had to see him again. Pro Tip for those who've had strokes: Just because you can make it ten feet walking with two physical therapists, a nurse, and a walker all holding you up does NOT mean you're fit to return to your truck-driving job.

Anyhow, today was a Scheduled Obturator Day. Fortunately for me, the dude at the gas station looked out of the window and said, "Uh. . .do you have a low tire?" That's Polite Gas-Station Dude-Speak for "Holy crap, your tire is, like, totally flat." So I aired it up and headed home, figuring it was a slow leak.

Aaaand by the time I was home (three blocks), it was flat. So I bopped off to the tire fixit guys and got the thing repaired, but that necessitated cancelling my New Mouth appointment. Dr. Elf is probably glad; he barely gets time to eat as it is, and has been taking lots of new fit-in appointments. Oral cancer's on the rise, people. See your dentist twice a year.

Since I was going to have to be home anyhow, I called the plumber. My kitchen faucet, a no-name brand that's been here since I moved in and which seems to have been installed with glue and staples, quit working. The plumbers, plural, just left. The upshot of their visit is that they agree that the thing doesn't work and that I'll probably just have to replace it.

That's not the weird thing. The thing that has me scanning the horizon, listening for four sets of hoofbeats, is that both the plumber and his trainee were cute. For embryos, I mean; neither one of 'em was within spittin' distance of thirty. Still, cute plumbers? When did that happen?

Next thing you know, there'll be cute neurologists rounding on my patients. If that happens I'll just be in the crawlspace, with my canned food and bottled water. You heard it here first.

14 comments:

Silliyak said...

Now you can seriously look forward to the second coming...of the plumbers. WV is "ploggen"

messymimi said...

Darn, you get all the good plumbers. The one's around here probably look like your neurologists on a bad day.

woolywoman said...

I think that there has always been a subtype of cute plumber. We had one many years ago, as the jr plumber. But I don't think they age well.

I have seen a cute neurologist, but the moment it opened its mouth, it became a veceloraptor. With attitude.

Jo said...

Wooly, I have to tell you this: for the first time since the inception of this blog, a comment has made me pee my pants laughing. It was yours.

"Velociraptor. With attitude." will be the new motto of the stroke intensive care unit.

Donna said...

The cuter the plumber, the higher the price. At least that's been my experience.
Oh, and my verification word is "leakest". How appropriate.

Penny Mitchell said...

You got mentioned in "Reader's Digest"?? ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

clairesmum said...

welociraptor with attitude - yup, i know a few of those - they make terrible bosses!

Birdie23 said...

A friend of mine bought a REALLY old house and it's a work in progres. Anyway the plumber showed up and what a hottie! I almost fell off the porch when he walked by to his truck. tall, built, fab eyes. Ok to date your plumber while he fixes your pipes?

Rosanna said...

Soooo, IF the cute plumber and his cute trainee just happen to return to replace your kitchen faucet............ AND, (while the plumbers are there, replacin' your kitchen faucet), there also just happens to be a late-season tornado passin'-through............ you DO KNOW that your crawlspace, with your canned food and bottled water............ *i.s.* ~ *m.a.d.e.* ~ *f.o.r.* ~ *T.H.R.E.E.*, (don'tcha, Jo??)!!

'Spent most of my childhood cowerin' down in a concrete storm cellar; so I thought I'd just (vigilantly, haha!) pass-along this Emergency *Preparedness* Message to you!!

GH said...

I don't know what Penny Mitchell finds so amusing. I read it and found it interesting and informative. And while RD is not a highbrow rag, the article was something which wouldn't have appeared in any of those anyway. There's no need to be condescending.

My perspective is that of a patient recently liberated from a long hospital stay, who must have had about 200 nurses altogether. I am enjoying getting the inside story.

Jo said...

GH, Penny is Pens the Lotion Slut, my dearest friend. She's not being condescending at all, rather responding to my grouchiness at never being chosen to be interviewed for magazines.

Thanks for the kind words, and I'm glad you came through your hospitalization in one piece.

Jo

Winterprism said...

(raises hand) Minion here...

As far as plumbers aging well, I don't expect they would... They deal with really disgustingly foul bodily waste, on a daily basis... I wonder if they go home smelling like that and have a hard time washing it away???? Ewwwww...

Susan said...

Had to weigh in here...my hubby of 35+ yrs decided to get a trade after graduating from a prestigious art college. He's been a very skilled master plumber for over 30 yrs and is as cute at 60 yrs old as he was back then. (he's had to run away from, shall we say "forward women" more than once during his work...sorry ladies!) My Jimmy is one hot artist/plumber, who I'd put up against a white collar executive any day. (btw, he delivered our 3rd born in the middle of rush hour traffic 29 yrs ago..like he says, doctors are just glorified plumbers :)And ps- he WILL fix your plumbing, charge a reasonable rate, not leave a mess & keep his pants at his waistline at all times! :)

Sharona Zee said...

I found you with a yahoo search for "really cute plumber" (wanted a pic for my blog!) ha!
I'm not the only one

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