Write two haiku about: the plumber.
Our bathroom sink started leaking the other day, so I asked Kat's dad to come down and have a look at it. Max, of course, wanted to help Papa, despite the lack of room.
I figure if we give him another couple years of this he'll be taking care of our plumbing needs:
Another box day in the books. There were at least three screw ups on our end, plus we had two separate groups of customers show up half an hour early to collect their produce (which likely contributed to two of the mistakes)... but we got it done.
Back to weeding and such things tomorrow morning.
His rates may be high,
but at least the ass crack is
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Water at my knees,
he said he'd be right over.
Water at my neck...