A small rant

[Brad]

Nobody appreciates a plumber until the sink backs upon Thanksgiving

 

[Jeff H]

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We started a new company under the co-op for our internet, Tricoconnections.com Show your directors this, it can be done.

That's exactly what I was thinking after someone else mentioned that their co-op provides their Internet service.

Appreciate you guys sharing that.

 

[Snakeoil]

Nobody appreciates a plumber until the sink backs upon Thanksgiving

Allow me to share a story along these lines. My friend's dad was a licensed plumber in the city. Frank would work summers with his dad while he was going to school. He would be the grunt on the job, carrying tools, going for coffee, etc.. So one day his father gets a call for a backed up main drain in a house. They get in the truck and head out. When they get there his father dons his hip boots and heads into the house while Frank is digging out the tool boxes to carry into the basement. When Frank finally gets into the house, he starts down the basement stairs and the smell is overwhelming. He gets about halfway down the stairs and there is his father, standing in the middle of the basement and there is about 1 foot of raw sewage surrounding him in the basement. Frank says to his dad, "Geez, it smells like shit down here.". His father smiles at him and replies, "Smells just like money to me.".

 

[Jeff H]

..... "Geez, it smells like shit down here.". His father smiles at him and replies, "Smells just like money to me.".

I worked construction for years and one of our specialties was farm emergencies; grain dryer down, clogged augers, tied up grain elevator heads (way up on top of the elevators) and it was always ugly outside. Never minded it so much as the customer was always very nice when we showed up and very appreciative when we got things going. "Bonuses" came in the way of smoked hams and the like, which was a nice perk when working for a slave wage.

The one thing I always dreaded was going into the hog barns with pits under them. Oh, they were nice ad warm when it was horrible outside, but you'd smell like it for weeks, as it would permeate your tool pouch, gloves, boots,.....

One really cold morning, we pulled up to a hog barn and I commented on the smell before we got out of the truck. The old man running the crew got out of the truck, stretched and proclaimed, "SMELLS LIKE MONEY TO ME!"

It induced an image of Robert Duval on the beach in Apocalypse Now.

 

[RicinYakima]

When with my Dad in the early 1950's to a hog farm run by the Dunkered's near Greenville Ohio. I told may Dad it stinks here, and the farmer said "It smells like money to me!". Even as a child, I then realized that your living doesn't offend you.

 

[RicinYakima]

Sorry. To the rest of the world, Dunkered's are a German Mennonite sect that lives like the 1700's in their homes and drive horse and buggy's. But their farms use diesel tractors, have powder to their machine shops and everything modern for their work. But they are plain people.

 

[Snakeoil]

When with my Dad in the early 1950's to a hog farm run by the Dunkered's near Greenville Ohio. I told may Dad it stinks here, and the farmer said "It smells like money to me!". Even as a child, I then realized that your living doesn't offend you.

Somewhere, there must be an old book titled, "Witty comebacks for the working man." I suspect "smells like money" line was on the first page.

 

[Winelover]

The way I heard it was Your $hit is my bread and butter............... I was a plumber/pipefitter for 30+ years.

 

[Snakeoil]

The way I heard it was Your $hit is my bread and butter............... I was a plumber/pipefitter for 30+ years.

Remind me to not have you make a sandwich for me.