Last night after I hung up with the insurance, DH brought me back to listen to a drip, drip, dripping inside the wall behind the shower faucet we just replaced. By morning it wasn't dripping, it was pouring. I tried, and failed, to shut the water off myself and called the city to come do it for me.
Today I met our insurance agent, Mike. He is as smooth-talking, Texas-drawling as they come. He is convinced that the water that I can hear spewing inside the wall is not causing the spot on the carpet. He squints, he examines, he gets down on his hands and knees and says, "Now, this is starting to make sense." His theory: the mysterious puddle is caused by a crack in the foundation, "which, I'll tell you straight isn't covered." But where could all this water be going if its not going into my carpet? I wonder. "Down." he answers, "Just away. It could be going anywhere."
"But," he continues,"I've been wrong before."
Mike arranges for a plumber to come assess the situation. He is sure to remind me on several occasions that HE will be paying for this service, saving me hundreds of dollars. He hangs up with the plumbers with a "Talk to you next time."
Mike's plumbers are very prompt. I let them in warily, but they're shy guys who seem a bit wary of me, too. I wonder if I can possibly trust anything they say.
Within 30 seconds they have diagnosed the problem: a shoddy connection by the last plumber has burst; it is NOT a crack in the foundation. "But," I ask, doubtful of my good fortune, "would the water go HERE, to this spot on the carpet?" "Yes! It would go EVERYWHERE." Hmmm...maybe Mike should get himself some new plumbers.