Yesterday, the scandal-ridden Schock announced he was resigning. Was it because of his lavish spending habits, questionable billing of mileage or bilking taxpayers?
No. It's because of my leaking shower.
I just ran into a fellow Quincy businessman. He pointed out that Schock had an entourage with him last week, including a camera crew. "He's going to spin it and this is going to be part of some reality show," my friend said. I had to disagree but only because of our shower.
Also last week, we replaced the upstairs shower at the Hart Manor in Calftown. Frank Haxel, who is always in the wrong place in the wrong time, went through hell and back to help install and caulk it.
|Rodney meditating in our kitchen waterfall|
Uh, Frank? If you are reading this, you might need to give me a call. I got you another project - to check the caulk and seal up the shower. Again. GUH.
The moral of the story is that when it rains, it pours. Aaron Schock knows this. He somehow found out about my shower and he knew that there was only one thing to do.
"I'm gonna call Frank Haxel," he said.
Frank answered. He said, "Sorry, congressman. But the Harts are desperately calling me because I probably didn't put their shower in right, so there is nothing I can do about your image or your looming scandals. I don't watch Downton Abbey, either. Can you come by and help me re-caulk their new shower?"