The Plumber

So of course, our first week there we run into a plumbing problem. Fortunately, it did not involve the toilet. I cannot handle those kind of plumbing emergencies. It was just a thing with the hot water.

Dad called the plumber. The next day, the plumber came over and fixed it.

Naturally, mom needed to bring some baked goods to his house. (If you know my mom at all, this does not surprise you... ) She decided on chocolate chip bars.

So, Elliott and Grandma mixed up some chocolate chip cookie dough and pressed it into pans.



Soon they were done baking, and we found ourselves in the car, ready to drop off the goodies and head to dinner.

We pulled up to the plumber's alleged house. This is about when I realized that they didn't know if he lived there. I mean, his shop was next to it. There is a good possibility that he would live in the house next to his shop. I guess they figured that they'd know he lived there if he came to the door. Thing was, no one was home.



A dog came to the screen door wagging its tail.



"That looks like the kind of dog he'd have," Dad observed.



Mom left the tray on the porch.