What is it about plumbers...?
Our toilet was leaking... and with Australia's great problem of drought, our water restrictions and the cost of water is bogus. So when your toilet refills itself every 20 minutes, you know you've got a problem. I can't wait to see the result of this on our next water bill. Anyway, we called our real estate agent and she called for a plumber to come fix it. Pretty straight forward, right? HAHAHAHA! No!
Not only did we miss his call (our fault, yes), he left a barely audible message and we had to guess as we wrote down his phone number. We called him back (luckily our guess with the numbers was right) and he said he would call us Tuesday morning to make a time to see us that afternoon. Good, all sorted then. No!! He called Wednesday (what happened to Tuesday?) and said someone would be there between 11 and 12. Ok then. Not only do I have to postpone my study time at the library (it was 9.30 am) but I had to wait on tenterhooks while he no doubt was lost due to the fact that most people seem to have a hard time finding our apartment block.
So, when it came to 11.45 and no sign of the plumber, I gave them a call. "Yeah, well, apparently the guy knocked and no one answered... " Ah ha....yes, highly likely considering I was home and waiting quietly on the couch for this dude. Ok, so he would be sent out in the next 15 minutes to try again. Ok... so almost half and hour later, he was there but at the wrong apartment block...next door... finally coming up to our apartment, not having the right parts, leaving for 20 minutes to go to the supplier, coming back with the part on order, and promising to call us Friday morning to make an appointment for Friday afternoon.... yes, ladies and gentlemen, our toilet still leaks.
