Welcome to Chez Cliff!

Standing in between the two houses, I was staring at the street.  A huge grin was plastered on my face and had been for a few days.  This was going to work.  All the effort, trials and tribulations had paid off.  The houses were looking great. 

Standing behind me was TileGuy.  He was present to see the finished kitchen and was quite pleased.

TileGuy:  This looks really good.
Clifford:  I am Spartacus.
TileGuy:  What’s that smell?
Clifford:  What?
TileGuy:  Yeah man, I smell gas.
Clifford:  Are you sure it isn’t something else you smell?  Your car looked pretty cloudy when I pulled up.
TileGuy:  No man, I smell gas.
Clifford:  Holy Cow!  That is gas!  Where’s it coming from?

It’s amazing how quickly the Gas Company responds when you report a leak.

GasMan:  Yeah we had to shut off gas to the tenant’s house.  Your leak is like a Category 5 leak.
Clifford:  Category 5?!?!  Like the Hurricane Category 5?
GasMan:  Let’s put it this way.  This leak is 9 cubic feet an hour.  That’s the equivalent of leaving all the burners of your stove wide open, burning constantly.
Clifford:  Did you fix the leak?
GasMan:  Nope.  I just tell you how bad it is.   Your plumber fixes that.
Clifford:  How did this happen?
GasMan:  Well your gas line is awfully close to where the plumbing work was done.  I think your plumber might have bumped or nicked the gas line.

If it’s not one thing . . .

I’m still having champagne this weekend!  ROAR!