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I woke up to my annoying alarm clock that I set a few days ago for my early morning gig.
So today, I had to go fix a pipe at someone's house bright and early. Doesn't sound too tough.
I know being a plumber isn't the most glamorous job, but hey, the money's good, and I actually enjoy fixing stuff. It's kinda therapeutic once you get the hang of it.
After driving for two hours, I finally got to the place. I pressed the button on the gate and waited.
Then, a sleepy-sounding raspy voice crackled through the speaker. "Yes?"
"I'm the plumber here to fix your leaky pipe. I was supposed to be here at eight." It seemed like they had just woken up.
"I totally forgot the plumber was supposed over this morning." The woman said before being cut off by a deep voice. "Who the hell are you talking to?" The man asked, sounding a bit annoyed.
"It's the plumber at the gate," she explained. "Finally, someone to fix that damn thing," the man replied. I coughed to try and get their attention, letting them know I was there.
"Sorry about that, the gate is opening now," the woman said, sounding a bit embarrassed. "No worries, it's early anyways. Who even sleeps at this hour?" I joked. The woman chuckled softly in response.
As I pulled into the driveway, I parked my trusty old pickup truck and hopped out. I looked up at the house in amazement, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. Grabbing my toolbox from the back of the truck, I left the doors unlocked for easy access later on.
Walking towards the front double doors, I took a deep breath and knocked. When the door swung open, my jaw practically hit the floor. There stood a stunning woman in a silky red robe that left little to no imagination. I couldn't help but feel a little flustered by her beauty.
I coughed a little and swallowed hard. "Fixing Kylie Jenner's pipes? Never saw that coming." Kylie raised an eyebrow at me, and I could have sworn I caught her biting her lip, but let's be real, she's married, she wouldn't do that.
She greets me with a warm smile as she swings open the door, inviting me in with a friendly gesture. "Hey, come on in!" I take a moment to check out her home, admiring the little details as I follow her inside.
We make our way to the kitchen, and I can't help but notice the cool black sink, stove, and fridge set against the white counters. It's a neat setup, but something seems off sinks like this doesn't just have a regular leakage outof nowhere. I grab my toolbox and kneel down, ready to figure out what's causing the problem.
"So, what's the deal with the sink?" I casually ask Kylie, trying to get the lowdown on what's going on.
"Well, it's just not working properly, and there's a little leak happening too," she explains. I figure this sink must have some sort of safety measures built in for situations like this.
