Today I cashed in a favor owed to me by the universe.
At around 9:15 this morning, my upstairs neighbor called me. He'd been down in the basement with a plumber, getting an estimate on having his hot-water heater repaired. The plumber had noticed that there was a severely corroded pipe leading into my hot water heater. The plumber mentioned to my neighbor that the pipe needed to be repaired ASAP. It could burst at any moment.
I met my neighbor in the basement to check the situation out. Even I could see that it was a disaster waiting to happen. Great, just what I want to deal with on a day that I have the twins at home with me. Ugh.
But check this out:
9:15—Pipe inspected with neighbor.
9:30—Call made to plumbing company John and I used in September to fix a backed-up bathtub. They say they can send someone right away.
9:45—Plumber arrives, a cheerful guy named Frank. He takes a look and gives me a firm quote of $180. I ask when he can do the work. "How about now?" he says. How can I refuse?
Not bad, I say. $180 for a plumbing job seems pretty reasonable to me, and you can't beat that timeline.
It's the little things. I needed that to go my way.