I bought a new dishwasher, and the lovely appliance sits, all alone, in a storage bay, waiting for my plumber to install it.
It’s due at my house today. But it’s pouring rain and the lights are flickering. As thunder cracks, I imagine one of two scenarios:
The plumber shows up, insists that neither rain, nor thunder, nor death of electricity will deter him.
The plumber just doesn’t bother even calling to reschedule, never shows up and enjoys a brand new dishwasher.
Sirra’s look sums it up.
She’s miffed because all the kitties have to stay in another part of the house, doors closed, so they won’t make a mad dash out the door as the dishwasher moves in.
What are you waiting on this week?