When an entitled couple refused to pay my hardworking plumber dad, they thought they were clever. Little did they know, though, that their smugness would backfire, leaving them with a bathroom full of regret. Here’s how my dad threw their entitlement down the drain. Hey there, folks! Phoebe here, but you can call me Pippi — that’s what my Dad does. Speaking of which, let me introduce you to Pete: he’s your friendly neighborhood plumber and my superhero without the cape. Dad’s the kind of guy who treats every job like it’s his own home, replacing entire bathrooms if a single tile is off. But some folks see that dedication and think they can take advantage.
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