After the storm passed I went out to catch “Atlas Shrugged”. But before I left, I changed shirts and walked into my bedroom. I heard the distinctive drip-drip-drip of water moving. BUT—the storm had passed hours earlier and rain water shouldn’t be dripping where I heard it.
Up into the attack I went and sure enough, my polybutylene pipe had sprung a leak; water everywhere.
I turned the water off, went to the theater, watched my movie while drinking a beer an came home. Today I tried to fix said leak and gave up.
I called the plumber and within 4 hours on a Sunday drove up Triangle Plumbing. Complete with pure awesomeness ad everything on his back bumper: