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A plumber, a nice guy named Chris, was over taking care of a problem at our house.
The issue was no big deal. Didn't take him long to address. But before he left, the conversation turned to some of the more stout challenges he has encountered.
You don't want to know.
But Chris did say something that made us smile.
“I was squeamish for the first 10 years,” he said.