Plumbers and the people who love them

Yes, it wasn't pretty, but my friend Jeff and I muscled two water lines from point A to point B -- a mere 3 feet away -- in just under 5 hours. Undaunted by the inches of old-growth douglas fir in our path, we toyed with basic metals as if we were alchemists for the kings of old. And now, cold AND hot water will flow to the newly installed sink of our choice at the touch of a lever. The real heros are the unsung plumbers of the world. Toiling on a daily basis in crawl spaces, with crappy pipes, and around ungrateful plumbing owners. Yes, they need day off. And they took one; today. So Jeff and I took over, hiked our pants down so you could see our butt cracks (a sure sign of plumbing genius I am told) and played with torches. Jeff's torch was cooler, push button comfort, adjustable seats, and a sunroof. Wow.
Well, I am going to go pop several advils and try to eat, secure in the knowledge that if I ever have to do this myself, I'm screwed.