The Plumber Was An Angel

Kindred,

You all must remember the talk of the plumber in my ceiling and the talk of pipes mating, tubes doing the sexy back. Talks about chasing leaks. And in the mean while, my head was counting calculating and processing and worrying way too much about what the final out come was going to be when time came for signing the invoice came...

...when the second leak was found and the water had been turned off in the South Yard, I approached the fellow known as the plumber in the ceiling. He informed me that he was not going to adjust or change what was given at the estimate...

...I was so moved I began to cry. For one moment almost too uncontrollable.

When the third leak was located and the third hour quickly passed us by, I decided not to approach him on the money piece. I was quite concerned that the third and final leak was going to place him in the position to have to adjust the invoice from what was quoted.

He never did adjust that invoice. Neither did he put into factor that he was here in the attic of my lodge for off and on three hours. In this Central Florida-Skip-The-Spring Summer! Seen.

That plumber in my attic ended up being a real life and alive Angel. He sure was an Angel, for my wife, Bonnitanigua and I. The dude even has the name of a Saint, for God's Sake!

And Hush. I don't want to debate this topic. In my silly big small brain and mind I know that Angels are for real. I know this as a matter of fact, you see...

...I sure hope I was a good host.