We had a plumbing fiasco the other night. I probably could have fixed it myself but the water damage was extensive enough that I wanted to be able to sure someone if it want fixed right. So I called a local plumber, a well established brand name local company that’s a little expensive, and that trains a lot of young plumbers and appropriates the bulk of the value they deliver because off the founder’s name on the trucks.
Anyway, it’s a testament to how straight I am that I didn’t notice that he was straight out of some gay porno movie. My friend, M, did, though. “Oh my God,” he exclaimed. “Oh. My. God.”