A Drop In The Bathtub
I repair bathtubs and showers. I’ve been in poor homes, middle-class homes, wealthy homes, and super mansions. So, we were at this mansion, the kind where there’s a tennis court and pool in the back yard. The kind where the foyer and first room of the house had 16×16 black granite tile with subfloor heating. Just this magnificent house with its three-car garage; but in the garage, there were three lifts to literally stack their vehicles. These guys were loaded.
They are “updating” the house to sell so they can move back to North Jersey. They replaced the soaking unit in the master. The granite in that bathroom was absolutely breathtaking. It was blue, and under a certain light sparkled like there were lights built into it. The deck was cracked at the caulk line. So, we’re in there fixing it, being as anal and meticulous as possible because we know we’re in probably the most expensive house ever.
The wife comes in to chat with us and basically states that they just got the same kind of soaker as before because it’s the only thing that fit in the spot. Eventually, she says something like, “It’s okay though, it was only $8,000.” If I was drinking something, I’d have choked on it. She said it like the tub was a piece of trash that she settled for because it was cheap. $8,000 was a drop in the bucket.
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