The plumber came, and discovered the water-line drip just needed a fitting tightened and not to replace the whole line, and mashed the drain piping back together so it’s tight. He charged us $120 for a half-hour’s time, which is unsurprising: plumbers charge heavily for knowing how to deal with other people’s shit, often literally.
So this evening I’m going to my next-to-last meeting as secretary of the neighborhood association—my term is up on September 30th, and none too soon.
