Price strikes me the kind of person who watches so much diy content on the little spare time he has that he’s convinced it’s all easy.
Cue when he calls you, a local plumber, all embarrassed because he tried to fix his sink himself. Him flustered when you show up, bashful when you end up being the sweetest thing about the whole disaster.
Afterwards he’s turning the interaction over in his mind. He has your number now, doesn’t he? Just in case.
He wouldn’t mind having a plumbing emergency again. After all, he does make enough money. So when the sink mysteriously clogs, he knows who to call.
No, he’s sure the whole vat of bacon grease he- no, the boys poured down the drain has nothing to do with it.
