plumbing store

anonymous asked:


Oh man. Writing these two dorks getting all blush-y and awkward-y is one of my favorite things to do. Here’s #79: “My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?”

Derek scowled as he used the scanner to price check items along the aisles of Home Depot. It wasn’t his first choice of job, not by a long shot, but he needed the money and the hours weren’t terrible. If he was lucky he could make it back to the apartment in time to see Laura before she headed off to work.

He didn’t like the orange apron he had to wear either.

The words of his co-worker still echoed through his head, “you should just talk to him Derek, what’s the worst he could say?”. Leslie had been talking about the once-a-month guy; this pale, beauty marked, bow lipped guy that Derek found really attractive. Except he’s never actually talked to him, and Derek’s pretty sure the guy didn’t even know he existed.

Sure, maybe he hid out in the plumbing sections on the days the guy came in because that’s usually where he’d head to to grab some random part. Maybe Derek would watch from afar because words weren’t his thing and he was too socially awkward to start up a conversation.

Well that and the mandatory “hi, welcome to Home Depot can I help you at all today?” he would have to start with.

Angrily he scanned another item, not even flinching when a finger tapped his shoulder.

“Leslie, seriously knock it off, I’m not talking to him. End of story,” Derek snapped over his shoulder, rounding the corner to the next aisle.

“My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?”

Derek felt the tip of his ears heat up as he spun on his heel, looking around the aisle corner. Of course…it was him. Once-a-month guy. Derek frowned because he was just in here last week, so him being back so soon was throwing him off. Today he was in a dark flannel and a red hoodie, khakis and old sneakers to top it off.

“Uh, she’s my co-worker,” Derek explained, crossing his arms, “what can I do for you?”

The guy shakily held up a flush valve for a toilet, “I bought the wrong one, I was wondering if you could help? I see you in that section all the time.”

That information has his stomach in knots and his face heat up as well. Before he could think of words he nodded his head and motioned for the guy to follow. The steady squeak of sneakers behind him was reassuring as they crossed the store to plumbing. It wasn’t really his section but he was pretty handy, he could probably help.


There were only two kinds, one that looked more tube like, and one that looked like a lever system.

“I’d try this one for whatever model toilet you have,” Derek said holding the lever version to the guy who suddenly had this stupidly gorgeous smile on his face. It pulled his cheeks, teeth almost blindingly white and straight, amber eyes lighting up. Derek had to focus on keeping himself on his feet.

“My flush valve is actually fine,” he said.

Derek raised an eyebrow, “um…okay? Anything else I can do for you then?”


“What?!” Derek sputtered, nearly dropping the piece in his hands.

The guy ran nervous hands through his chestnut hair, “look….you’re not exactly subtle and you’re the Hot-as-the-sun Home Depot guy! So I kind of made an excuse to talk to you with the whole flush valve thing and–”

“Derek,” he interrupted.


“My name. It’s Derek,” Derek explained.

The guy let out a nervous laugh, “I’m Stiles.”

“I get off work in thirty minutes if you want to–”

“Yes.” Stiles nodded jerkily.

Derek couldn’t suppress his own smile, “you don’t even know what I was going to say.”

“Don’t have to. It’s a yes.” Stiles smiled.


anonymous asked:

Our second floor is the ground floor and unfortunately doesn't have a restroom on it, however our first and third floors do. Customers ask if there is a bathroom on the second floor and when I say no they scoff. Like bitch, get over yourself, the plumbing system of our store isn't going to change for you.

Oobleck Cosplay Test

Might need to use some base, tweak the workshirt and pick the right footwear (Cropped these as I had socks on), but I’d say I have RWBY’s coffee-obsessed, flame-flinging, corgi-weaponizing Doctor of History down pretty well.  I’ll be doing this for AODSF.

I’ll be doing Casual Oobleck at Fanime, experimenting with doing the hair in a way that’s both fantastical and more realistic.

The Torch came out well - that thing has some HEFT.  I’m planning to write up a how-to.  You can do it with one trip to a hardware/plumbing store and a hobby store.

Dachshund not included.  I just didn’t have a spare corgi.

anonymous asked:

Oh! Here's a question... I haven't seen what Mario and Luigi would be like with a Peach like yours. Personality wise I think they'd be the same, just a couple of almost cartoonishly super human guys who're way too polite for their own good. I mean, they were partially raised by dinosaurs (Mario more so than Luigi) but they still came out pretty nice.

MAYRO N’ LOOGI. YESS polite brothers forever. Helpful Mario that helps out at their family plumbing store on the weekends and weird art kid Luigi who’s really nice but kinda distant. Peach is probably on friend terms with them, like maybe they went to the same schools since kindergarten or something. Childhood friend brothers.

A few years ago, the fabric store I work at had a bit of a fire incident. The building our store is in is woefully maintained, with issues ranging from plumbing issues to store appearance, most of which we would bring up to our manager and would take several months for the building manager to fix.

Outside our store, there are several benches where people will sit and take their smoke breaks. Also outside our store we have wooden trim along our walls that have rotted and had holes. Of course this wall also had windows so you would get some people who would leave their cigarettes on the window sills.

One day in July, I notice a burning smell at work, but just assume it’s a nearby brushfire since our shopping center isn’t far from the dry hillsides. As I’m cutting fabric for a customer, I look at the windows up front and notice smoke coming out of the wall. I check it and have no clue what is causing it, but the smell starts to get overwhelming.

How my supervisor didn’t notice it is beyond me, but bringing it to her attention prompted her to get on the PA system to alert customers to evacuate so we could call the fire dept. Do you think these customers listened? I had at least 2 women insisting that I cut their fabric and to be rung out because they didn’t want to have to come back. At this time I was making my rounds in the store to check for anyone else in the building, so I simply took the fabrics from them and told them the building is possibly on fire and escorted them out.

Fire dept. showed up and had to bust open the wall inside the store. Their truck was outside our shop, parked right by the curb next to our doors. The doorway was yellow taped off as well as part of the front wall. There’s also a visible crowd trying to see what is going on, myself and my supervisor outside the store watching the fire dept. through the windows bust through the wall.

With all of this commotion, we still had customers trying to get in our store as if they were blind and stupider than usual. It would be one thing if it was maybe 1-2 people before the tape was up, but it was 9 people in the span of 45 minutes all while the firemen have a hose going through the doorway, the door and wall area taped off, and seeing a firetruck outside our doors.

All 9 of these customers were offended when we would tell them they couldn’t enter the store, and some even tried to cop attitude to the firefighters because of this. The cause of the smoking wall was an accumulation of cigarette butts that people would throw on the ground and would get windswept into our wall where the wooden trimming would be, and setting the wall insulation to smolder.

The only saving grace was one of our regular customers comes by and asks if we were having a fire sale. Got a chuckle out of me just due to the absurdity of the whole ordeal.
Overall, amazed at the disregard for safety these shoppers had all for the sake of convienience.

Hey, look at me, I went to a noted plumbing supply store on the Upper East Side and picked up a nearly obsolete shower cartridge. My old shower cartridge had rotted away: its o-rings collapsed, its inlets eaten, its springs missing entirely. A sad scene.

This is one of those only-in-New-York places where they have decades of miscellaneous parts on hand. The most adultly fulfilling variation of only-in-New-York. I need a thing and New York had a thing. No one had to order anything. It was right there.

I performed a minor but somewhat specific home repair and now I’m feeling real good. Like the kind of good you feel after a successful flirtation. All bubbly and world-beating. No one can stand in my way.

To all you scumfucks out there: I fixed my shower, go die.

Game of Cards–Things get pretty heated regularly at the retirement home’s gin rummy table.

House of Thrones–The backstabbing world of a family-run plumbing fixtures store.