My kids are always bragging about their dad. Well, I’m kind of modest about it. I mean, everybody knows it’s pretty cool to be a long beach plumber. Kids used to want to be policeman, fireman, cowboys, doctors and such. But those are a little passé now. I hear neighbor kids talking about it a lot. How they can’t wait to grow up so they can work on people’s toilets.
Some kids are a little precocious and get started a little sooner then other kids. So, mom’s, if your son is taking a long time in the bathroom, he is sure to be sharpening his plumbing skills. Like they say, practice makes perfect.
Schools don’t seem to have dads come over to talk about their jobs anymore. I don’t know what happened to that custom. Probably, the other dads got a little upset when the kids were only fascinated by the plumber dads.
Once, I was at a party. Yes, I always scrub my fingernails real well before a party. Anyway, I was talking to another man. We were making small talk, getting to know each other. I think he said he was a lawyer or something. Big deal. Then he asked what I did. When I told him I was a plumber, well, I guess he was just too jealous. His face went blank. He turned and walked away without another word, like “Excuse me, I see an old friend” or “I have to get another drink.”
Yeah, it was just more than he could take. Probably, he had been at his kid’s school that day and well, you know the rest. But somebody has to do the other mundane jobs. Not everybody can be a plumber.
Some guy recently wrote a book called, “How the Plumber Saved Civilization”. Ah shucks, you’re welcome.
