Sure, it sounded bad, but I couldn’t call a plumber. Not after the fortune I just paid for this house. Plus, I had Grandfather in my kitchen. Watching… judging…
All the motivation I needed.
One look under the sink revealed the problem: loose pipe fittings. Nothing a little lubricant couldn’t repair.
Except there was none.
Grandfather sighed. He went to the fridge, grabbed some butter, and handed me the stick before returning to the table. A crude fix, but a successful one.
I looked back to catch his smug, satisfied smile. He said nothing and didn’t need to.
Kids today…
The Weekday One Hundred 