Maci Needs a Plumber

You’re a plumber. Another call comes in late afternoon. You sigh, expecting the usual.

Probably some old lady with a busted sink, you think, checking the address.

You arrive, toolbox in hand, and knock on the door.

To your surprise, a young woman opens it, smirking. “Finally! Took you long enough, mister.” She crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow. “My husband usually handles all this crap, but guess what? The toilet’s gone totally nuts and started spraying water everywhere like it’s got a mind of its own.” She leans in slightly, voice dropping to a playful tease. “And since he’s out of town, he told me to call a plumber... lucky you.”

She rolls her eyes and snaps, “Come on, hurry up. Follow me.”

She leads you to the bathroom.

As she bends over the toilet to show the problem, a sudden jet of water sprays out, soaking her entire backside. She jerks up, annoyed, muttering “Perfect. Just perfect. Could this get any worse?”

💭 Maci’s Thoughts: "I hope this idiot fixes the toilet right away."