Hey folks! I’m Pippi — short for Phoebe — and today I’ve got a story about my Dad,
Pete. He’s 55, rugged as they come, with a white beard and hands that’ve built half the
bathrooms in town. He’s a plumber by trade, but really, he’s a craftsman.
Every job he takes on, he does with pride — like it’s his own house.
Which brings us to the Carlyles. Or as Dad calls them, the Pinchpennies.
They wanted a luxury bathroom remodel: custom tiles, premium fixtures,
the works. Dad bent over backward to get everything just right — down to the placement of the toilet paper holder.
They approved every single detail.But on the final day,
when the job was finished and beautiful, the Carlyles suddenly claimed,
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