I will warn you that this post is VERY "chick-intensive", but if you are a chick, you'll laugh. That's a promise.
It reminds me of the time I was standing in my kitchen in 4 inches of water (and this wasn't even the flood incident) calling my local plumber who answered the phone thusly: "It's a great day at Mr. Rooter. How may I help you?" I advised perky Miss Rooter that if her business gave her the potential to be speaking to someone standing in 4 inches of water in their kitchen, they may want to re-think the whole: "It's a great day at Mr. Rooter" thing. Because it was NOT a great day where I was, and I really didn't want to talk to anyone who was having a great day.
