The German Plumber. Yesterday as I was taking my morning shower at 7:00am, it stopped half way through when I was putting my shampoo in my hair, great, so I wiped it out with a towel. I called a man after I came back from work around 5pm. The man, at first, sounded French but with almost an American accent, probably since he's been here a long time. He came round the next day to look at my shower in the morning on my day off work. He told me that one of the pipes had came loose and he needed to put the right one back in. He seemed nice, we had a conversation about where he came from. He said he came from Berlin in Germany and then smiled at went back to work. Later on, he said it was finished and I gave him my money. I wake up the next day ready to go to work. I walk into the shower, turn it on, nothing. It's not working. I get a headache all of a sudden from the frustration and stress going through my head. I have to go to work, smelling like this. So I man up, spray what can only be described as a shit ton of deodorant on me to hopefully mask the smell of B.O. I call the man to come round again after work and see what he did wrong. So he comes round, fully equipped with all his tools and takes a look. About 30 minutes later he tells me that he hooked up the gas pipe to the shower. I guess old habits die hard.