The kitchen faucet needed servicing. I went to my neighbor across the hall for a recommendation. “Call Pat's Plumbing” she said. “They've always been good to me.” So I did. Pat said “I'll have a plumber there ASAP.”
Twenty minutes later, I heard a knock. “Pat's Plumbing” the person on the other side said. It was Pat. “Come in,” I replied, then I started to explain my problem. “I need my kitchen faucet repaired-the leak is getting worse.” The overalls-wearing plumber got right on the job, not even taking their ball cap off. Since I don't like to hover around and bother professionals while they work, I went back into my bedroom and got on the computer.