Dunkin' Donuts

Do you remember the "Dunkin' Donuts" man?


We had a plumber come over to our house last night that was the Mexican version of him. You see, our pressure regulator valve (that's PRV to you mechanically-inclined types, so I sound at least a little bit educated) failed, and we had something like 150psi of water pressure running through our copper pipes, which after a short while would've been a very bad thing. With a quick call to the nearest Dunkin' Donuts, we were assured he would come to our house quickly.

Well, it turns out that quick is a relative word in the English language. But he did come. Our PRV is in the closet in our front room by the water heater and furnace, so it was really accessible. But it made for having interesting conversations with the Missus.

I don't remember exactly what we said, but this fictitious conversation below has the spirit of things:

J: "How was your day at work?"
A: "Well, it went pretty okay, except for I had this crazy old lady call that drove me nuts."

Dunkin' Donuts: "Ha - ha - ha .. I hate de nuts!"

A: "Right. She was crazy. She kept asking me if we could tell the lineage o--"

Dunkin' Donuts: "'specially de pecans! Hijo le, dose nuts..."

J: ...

A: ...

It was something else. But at least we don't have to worry about our pipes, water heater, or donuts exploding while we're away at work.