Thursday, March 30, 2006

"It's the plumber"

Remember the classic cartoon from The Electric Company in which the plumber arrives at a house and knocks or rings the doorbell, and the parrot asks, "Whooo is it?" The plumber replies, "It's the plumber. I've come to fix the sink." But the parrot never says anything but "Who is it?" So the plumber becomes increasingly apoplectic that no one will let him into the house. After several go-rounds of this, the plumber collapses in a fit of rage. Then an old lady comes home, discovers him lying there, and gasps, "Who is it?" The parrot answers, of course, "It's the plumber. He's come to fix the sink." (Ba-dump!)

We had some water pipe work done in my condo building last week, which unleashed all manner of sediment in the pipes and sent the sediment into the filter dealies in our kitchen faucets, diminishing the water pressure to sad levels. One round of cleaning out the faucets last week didn't do the trick, because there was plenty more sediment remaining. So the plumbers came back yesterday to tend to our faucets. The two who came to my kitchen were an old, grizzled, seemingly dim one...and a strikingly cute young one who inspires thoughts of cheesy porn movies. Even with the mustard-gold coveralls, a matching hat, and a bulky coat, that face was obvious in its cuteness. (I bet he gets hit on a lot when he makes solo house calls.)

I was talking to Lisa on the phone after the plumbers left, when my doorbell rang. (Poetic license—the "doorbell" is actually a raucous buzzer that frightens my mother when she's here.) "Hang on a sec, Lisa. Who is it?"

"It's the plumber," said the handsome boy. "I've come to ravish you." No, wait, he didn't say that. "I've come to fix the sink." No, wait, he already fixed my sink. Actually, he said, "I need to leave a bill in the mailbox." Reality bites.

(Lisa said I had to blog about this, because she waited fruitlessly for a hot contractor when she had her home office redone last year. But Lisa's a troublemaker, she is. She used to regularly write "Fantasy Friday" posts, and I came across this one, UPS Man, in the archives. I've had the same UPS man for almost a decade, and he is kinda hot. It was embarrassing to open the door to the UPS guy after I read that story...)

10 comments:

Itchy said...

Everytime I see Lisa mention the UPS man...I'm reminded of "my" UPS Man. He didn't deliver packages to my house...but I enjoyed his services none the less! :P

And my plumber is always some fat sweaty gross guy that smells like spoiled milk. Lucky girl! :)

Mona Buonanotte said...

That's it, I'm moving to your city where apparently all the cute repair guys are. Ours are old, creepy, or built like a dumptruck...an overweight dumptruck.

Krupskaya said...

I always hoped for a good-looking seatmate whenever I flew. And one day, it finally happened: I was flying from Warsaw to New York in the first class section (ah! so that's where they all sit!), and my seatmate was a young, gorgeous, smart and rich Polish guy.

And I'd gotten engaged two months before. I was flying home to move in with my fiance.

Dharma said...

I miss the Electic Company! Thanks for retrieving a fun buried memory.

Sergei C. said...

I just bought the "Best Of" collection of the Electric Company on DVD. 20 episodes from 1971 through 1975. My kids love it.

amusing said...

oh -- haven't thought about that parrot in decades. Guess I've been preoccupied wishing for a cute plumber..... I did have a boyfriend who kept wanting me to invite one of the workmen from next door up to my bedroom. He even threatened to come facilitate himself. It was one of those fantasies that got a little bit too close to being creepy and real.... I made that boyfriend go away.

Mignon said...

The only thing I remember from the Electric Company is Morgan Freeman. I have a secret, funny looking old black guy with freckles crush on him.

Sergei - thanks! I'm going to get it right now. I'm so sick of the dumbed-down version of Sesame Street.

We had a hot young sprinkler repair guy pay us a visit last summer, and after he left Jim said, "Wow. He looked like a movie star." Yes, he did honey. And now I need some alone time...

Psycho Kitty said...

Uh, yeah, what's really embarassing is that right now I'm thinking that between your plumber and my moving guy, I could be a happy woman right now...

Lisa said...

I live to make young women blush and young men...uh...take off their pants? I dunno. You're darn tootin' you had to write about it--it is a rare and beautiful thing when a man comes to your home to do manual sorts of labor and he is as rare and beautiful as the occurence itself. It is a moment to be celebrated, lauded, heralded--daydreamed about. ;)

Dagenham Plumbing said...

Slightly off topic but does anyone know where I can buy the box set of the Electric Company? I've looked on Amazon but haven't been able to find it?