Caught Up for Now

So it's been three working days... no visit from Frank. No call from Allen.

So I call Coastline at 5:30. I get a Craig on the line. I tell him the situation. He says he'll leave Allen a message.

Riiiiiiight.

An hour later the phone rings. It's Lisa's mom, so I hand it off. But within seconds, Lisa says, "Mom, we're expecting a call from the contractor, let me call you back." I let Lisa take the call.

It's Coastline.

It's our favorite little FRuckhEaD. I hear only one side of the conversation.... but the gist is this:

They're checking with their supplier... and if they didn't order the M, then it wasn't their install. Slippery little fuckers.

So I look at some old pics. There does seem to be existing lines left there (and Lisa does remember Fred telling her we had "good pipes"). But they aren't really going to go with the "you had M pipes all along" story, are they? Yeah, we had M pipes for 15 years with no leaks. Right.

So I look at the engineering plans. Nothing of note.

Lisa calls David the architect.

I call Martin the plumber.

David says it's conceivable that they didn't replace the existing pipe. Though if it was existing M, they should have since the blueprints call for L.

I ask Martin to come over, and I'll buy a few hours of his time. I want him to document everything under the house. Where is there M? Was the leaky M shit the newly installed stuff? Where is there L? (Is the L old, existing stuff?) Where is freaking galvanized? What did he replace/repair at the end of May/beginning of June? If he can take pics, all the better.

I want ammo. And I want to fire it all like a motherfucker at Fred. I want him to pay financially. I want him to pay karma-cly. And physically? Let's just say if the fucker was on fire, I wouldn't piss on him... though I might if he was drowning.