Up There In The Attic

The plumber up there in the attic located another leak when we turned the water back on. This leak was created by the other pipe touching this one, the other pipe. I say, bloody pipes, touching and doing all of that rubbing and fucking each other drama up there. What? Shit happened here.

Up there in the attic, is a room I have never been in. On purpose. You see, I have this dreaded fear of attics. Basements too, eh, but I don't have to worry about a basement here, we don't have one.

After, Mr. Plumber Dude, fixed the first two pipes, we tested the water down below by running the tub, kitchen faucet and what-not's...

...my plumber guest hollered down from up there to turn the water off. I told him that I had already, but he meant at the main source.

He climbed down to explain to me that he had located ANOTHER leak. This one is because of the copper tubing being the "old type" of copper tubing. He said that this type of leak happens often  when this type of thing happens. Pipes touching, rubbing, and shit. So, this is now leak three.

Mr. Plumber Dude, calls it, "chasing leaks" now.

It is 1824 and my Mr. Plumber Dude is up there in the attic fixing another got damned leak.

I question myself as to whether I should ask him how is this going to influence the price of that quote he gave me when he first got here, um, naw boo, I think I'll keep it to myself...

...think I'll leave be, Mr. Plumber Dude and him chasing leaks alone.

I don't want to distract or interrupt the going's on up there in the attic. Pressure?