This story comes from a variety of sources but most recently from the experience of a very good friend of mine.... The other evening he was at a large local home supply store looking for plumbing supplies. There was a young and obviously very preoccupied woman shopping in the same isle. It was apparent that she was attempting plumbing repair for the first time and was doing her best to figure out just what it was that she needed to do the job. In the mean time there was a small boy, about 4 or 5, who from the looks of things, was the child of this young, preoccupied woman. Now this little fellow was trying very hard to get his mother's attention. He was tugging on her sleeve, pulling at her purse, and doing what ever he could to divert her attention from the various valves and pipes to his own plight. What made this scene all the more touching was the way the little boy was dancing about with his knees pressed together and one hand clutching the region between his front pockets. It was quite obvious that this little fellow had a very urgent plumbing need himself. This went on for just a short while before the little boy, aware that his mother was not about to come to his aid, went looking for a solution to his problem. It must have been the sudden lack of tugs and pulls that got his mother's attention. When she turned to find her son she was horrified to see him standing in one of the model bath displays, pants around his ankles, and preparing to test out one of the more familiar of the devices. All through the store you could hear her plaintive cry...... AL-FRED NOT (pause) that one ... it wasn't hooked up.
(From the "Rest" of RHF)