Entitled Homeowners Refused to Pay My Plumber Dad – They Thought They Were the Smartest, but He Had the Last Laugh

When an entitled couple refused to pay my hardworking plumber Dad, they thought they were clever. Little did they know their smugness would backfire, leaving them with a bathroom crawling with regret. Here’s how my Dad flushed their entitlement down the drain.

Dad, a ruggedly handsome 55-year-old with a white beard and hands like a roadmap of hard work, treats every job like it’s his own home. But some folks see that dedication and think they can take advantage, just like the Carlyles did.

After two weeks of perfecting their dream bathroom, they tried to pay him only half, claiming the tiles were wrong. Instead of arguing, Dad finished the job, mixing sugar and honey into the grout. A few weeks later, the Carlyles’ bathroom was overrun with ants and cockroaches. Despite their efforts, the bugs never left, and their fancy remodel turned into a nightmare, teaching them a costly lesson about fairness and respect.

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