Folks…while running errands last night, I received a call from my wife that no man ever wants to hear. No, they didn’t cancel Bachelor in Paradise; instead, I was told that our kitchen sink was leaking. And there was an awful smell accompanying the leak. It smelled like somebody was incubating rotten eggs in a poopy diaper. Bad. That bad? Yes. Luckily, this wasn’t my first rodeo in dealing with putrid plumbing smells. I knew exactly what to do. I called my homies over at Legacy Plumbing! Within 3 hours of me calling, Tyler Smith showed up with a superhero cape on. This dude had the good looks of Glen Powell, the patience of Mother Theresa, and the forearms of Popeye (the sailor man). Tyler dealt with a barking dog, a loquacious mother-in-law, two rowdy children, and a dad with Cro-Magnon levels of intelligence on plumbing (me). This man hunk explained to me my options and tackled the problem with the efficiency and attentiveness of a heart surgeon. 10/10. Couldn’t recommend the homies at Legacy Plumbing enough.