Yeah: come the middle of the lunch hour (you thought you were gonna be allowed to have something to eat??), BING BONG goes the doorbell.
Forgodsake. City water meter guy.
He descends on the equipment. Bop bop bang bang fix fiddle fiddle... They’re gonna bill me for his services, sez he.
Whaddaya bet that’ll be a couple hundred bucks. Or more….
No idea what he was supposedly repairing. No leak. No…nothing that I can tell is on the fritz.
Except, presumably, my bank account….