Mr. Plumber Boy

We had to call the plumber last week.   We had three plugged drains.   Three.   Mr. Plumber Boy came and he unplugged the first and second drains, no problem.   Ten minutes.   The third drain, the kitchen drain, was a different story.   I wasn't there when he came.   Fortunately, I was at work.  I can't think of too many scenarios where I would rather be at work than at home.   But this was one of them.   It took Mr. Plumber Boy three hours to NOT fix the kitchen drain.   Yes.  You heard me right.  Three hours to NOT fix the drain.   I guess he worked pretty hard . . . at not fixing the drain.   Nothing he did worked.   He snaked, he cranked, he ughed, he did just about everything he could think of.  So, he called his boss, the owner.   And Mr. Plumber Boy was told to bring out the big gun . . . yup - the acid.   

Big Mistake.   Mr. Plumber Boy had never used the acid before.  

This was my kitchen sink before - - 

 When we moved into our home 11 years ago, the kitchen was U.G.L.Y.  A throwaway from the 50s.   Some 50s stuff can be really cool and retro.  Our 50s kitchen was just plain ugly.  It wasn't until 8 years later when we were finally able to redo our kitchen - - and only because our dishwasher was kind enough to flood the kitchen and ruin everything, thereby homeowners insurance (and dishwasher manufacturer insurer) TO THE RESCUE!    And I got my new kitchen.   Still a small kitchen, but not an UGLY small kitchen anymore.   

Then enters Mr. Plumber Boy - - and acid.   

Now my kitchen (or at least a small portion of it) looks like this - - 

    
Yes, Mr. Plumber Boy splashed acid and ruined my sink and countertop. 

Enter Mr. Plumber Boy's boss and insurer . . . TO THE RESCUE.