My BIL, bless him, has been a lifelong plumber. His credo is “sh!t flows down hill, and don’t bite your fingernails.”
My plumber has his motto on his truck: “It may be crap to you, but it’s my bread and butter!”
At a previous job one of the mechanics actually bought the business and is very successful as an owner.
Have to tell you a story about my plumber, Manny. God bless him.
Several years ago there was heavy rain and flooding in St. Louis. My basement flooded —water shooting up from the storm drain. I had 3 FEET of water in my basement. Called a plumber, he looked down my basement steps at the water and said, “no can do”. I called Manny’s firm and he came out. For him, “no problem” —he’s a shorty and he jumped in the water —which was up to his chest, and proceeded to unblock the drain and let the water out. It was filthy, dirty sewer water. ugh.
After he finished and was drying out on my porch, he mentioned he had to get home because he was going to bake the wedding cake for his daughter. All I could think about was his whole body being immersed in that nasty sewer water and wondering how clean he could get his hands, and how thankful I wasn’t attending the wedding :-) God love him, he was the best plumber I ever had :-)