Desperate Plumbing

Had a problem with a leaky roof this morning so I made a call to one of the plumbers. Just a clogged ceiling pipe - with the recent rainstorms, we had all those leaves and what-nots blown onto the roof which clogged up the pipes and the plumber had to clear them. Feel so terribly grown-up, suddenly dealing with bills and plumbers and all that...

But I only have one complaint to make, surely a valid complaint! It was such a terrible letdown for me. Although he dresses much as I imagine they would - in scruffy jeans and a tee, my plumber more closely resembles one of the elderly uncles sitting with their feet up on the seat scratching their portly bellies in the coffeeshops. Hardly the buff, brawny hunks with their tight abs pictured in movies and gay porn - who somehow always come complete with clothing malfunctions and the morals of a stray alleycat. He didn't even offer to let me handle his tools, not that I would have done any such thing.



Why doesn't my plumber resemble any of the guys in Desperate Housewives? :) Just a tenth of James Denton's raw sex appeal would be fine by me. Even a fraction of Jesse Metcalfe's abs would be enough.