had a bloke in to re-tile the kitchen / bathroom. get in on friday night, everything looks in order so i pay the man. i then go for a piss and hey - fucking presto! the toilet wont flush. phone him up and tell him to please come and put the fucker back the way he found it. OK, he says, but i'll be charging you for the parts and labor.
part of me wants to tell this chancing cunt to fucking do one, and part of me realises that his quote is still considerably less than a fucking plumber call-out. I'd attempt to do it myself but i'd really rather not.
had a bloke in to re-tile the kitchen / bathroom. get in on friday night, everything looks in order so i pay the man. i then go for a piss and hey - fucking presto! the toilet wont flush. phone him up and tell him to please come and put the fucker back the way he found it. OK, he says, but i'll be charging you for the parts and labor.
part of me wants to tell this chancing cunt to fucking do one, and part of me realises that his quote is still considerably less than a fucking plumber call-out. I'd attempt to do it myself but i'd really rather not.
not having a working toilet is... stressful.