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 Dad, a hardworking plumber, 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.

Hey there, folks! Phoebe here, but you can call me Pippi — that’s what my Dad does. Speaking of which, let me introduce you to Pete: 55 years old, ruggedly handsome with a white beard and hands like a roadmap of hard work. He’s your friendly neighborhood plumber and my superhero without the cape.

Close-up of an older man smiling | Source: Midjourney

Close-up of an older man smiling | Source: Midjourney

Dad’s the kind of guy who treats every job like it’s his own home, redoing entire bathrooms if a single tile is off. But some folks see that dedication and think they can take advantage. That’s exactly what a pair of entitled homeowners tried to do.

Oh, but they had no idea who they were messing with.

It all started a few months back when I swung by Dad’s place. I found him on the patio, puffing away on his cigar and laughing like he’d just heard the world’s funniest joke.

A plumber installing pipe fittings | Source: Pexels

A plumber installing pipe fittings | Source: Pexels

“What’s got you in such a good mood, old man?” I asked, plopping down next to him.

Dad’s eyes twinkled as he said, “Oh, Pippi, you’re not gonna believe what just happened. It’s a doozy!”

Dad leaned in, still chuckling. “Remember that bathroom remodel I was working on? Well, let me tell you about the Carlyles, or as I like to call ’em, the Pinchpennies.”

I settled in, knowing this was gonna be good. Dad’s stories always were.

A bathroom interior | Source: Unsplash

A bathroom interior | Source: Unsplash

“These folks, they wanted the works. New tiles, fancy fixtures, you name it. They picked out every little detail themselves… even down to where they wanted the toilet paper holder.”

“Sounds like a dream job,” I said.

Dad snorted. “Oh, it started that way alright. But then…”

His face darkened, and I knew we were getting to the good part. “What happened, Dad?” I asked.

An older man fixing a faucet in the bathroom | Source: Midjourney

An older man fixing a faucet in the bathroom | Source: Midjourney

“Well, Pippi, on the last day, just as I’m to start the grouting, they’re sitting on this couch, ready to pull a real fast one on me.”

Dad’s voice took on a mocking tone as he imitated Mrs. Carlyle. “‘Oh, Pete, this isn’t what we wanted at all! These tiles are all wrong!’”

I gasped. “But didn’t they pick everything out themselves?”

“Exactly!” Dad exclaimed, throwing his hands up. “And get this — they had the nerve to tell me they were only gonna pay half of what they owed me. HALF!”

An older couple sitting on the couch | Source: Pexels

An older couple sitting on the couch | Source: Pexels

My jaw dropped. “HALF?? After two weeks of busting your hump to get their dream bathroom done. No way! What did you do?”

Dad’s eyes glinted mischievously. “Well, I tried to reason with ’em at first. But they weren’t having any of it. Mr. Carlyle, he gets all puffed up and says, ‘Just finish the job and GET LOST, Pete. We’re not paying a penny more.’”

I could feel my blood boiling. “That’s not fair! You worked so hard!”

A shocked young woman holding her face | Source: Pexels

A shocked young woman holding her face | Source: Pexels

Dad patted my hand. “Now, now, Pippi. Don’t you worry! Your old man had a trick up his sleeve.”

“What did you do?” I leaned in, eager to hear more.

Dad’s grin widened. “Oh, I finished the job alright. But instead of using water for the grout…”

“…I mixed it with sugar and honey,” Dad finished, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

I blinked, trying to process what I’d just heard. “Sugar and honey? In the grout? But why?”

A bottle of honey near a small mound of powdered tile grout | Source: Midjourney

A bottle of honey near a small mound of powdered tile grout | Source: Midjourney

Dad leaned back, taking a long drag on his cigar. “Just you wait and see, Pippi. Just you wait and see.”

He went on to explain how he’d packed up his tools, pocketed half the pay, and left with a smile, knowing full well what was coming next.

“But Dad,” I interrupted, “wouldn’t they notice something was off with the grout?”

A smiling older man holding a toolbox | Source: Midjourney

A smiling older man holding a toolbox | Source: Midjourney

He shook his head, chuckling. “Nah, not right away. It looked just fine when it dried. But a few weeks later…”

I leaned in, hanging on his every word. “What happened a few weeks later?”

Dad’s grin widened. “That’s when the real fun began.”

“Picture this,” Dad said, gesturing with his cigar. “The Pinchpennies are sitting pretty, thinking they’ve pulled a fast one on old Pete. Then one day, Mrs. Carlyle goes to take a shower, and what does she see?”

Smiling older couple holding ceramic mugs | Source: Pexels

Smiling older couple holding ceramic mugs | Source: Pexels

I shrugged, totally engrossed in the story.

“Ants!” Dad exclaimed. “Dozens of ’em, marching along the grout lines like it’s their own personal highway!”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “No way!”

“Oh, it gets better,” Dad continued. “Next day, it’s cockroaches. Then every creepy-crawly within spittin’ distance shows up for the party.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “That’s crazy! But how do you know all this?”

Close-up of an army of ants on a bathroom floor | Source: Midjourney

Close-up of an army of ants on a bathroom floor | Source: Midjourney

Dad winked. “Remember Johnny? My old pal? He’s their next-door neighbor and has been keeping me updated.”

“And the Carlyles?” I asked. “What did they do?”

Dad’s eyes sparkled with glee. “Oh, Pippi, they tried everything. Spent a fortune on pest control, but nothing worked. You wanna know the best part?”

I nodded eagerly.

A pest controller outside a house | Source: Pexels

A pest controller outside a house | Source: Pexels

“They blamed the pest control sprays for ruining the grout! Can you believe it?” Dad burst into laughter.

As Dad’s laughter died down, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy for the Carlyles. “But Dad, don’t you think that was a bit… harsh?”

Dad’s expression softened. “Pippi, you gotta understand. These people tried to cheat me out of my hard-earned money. Two weeks of backbreaking work, and they wanted to pay me half?”

I nodded slowly. “I get it, but still…”

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Close-up of a stunned woman | Source: Pexels

“Look,” Dad said, leaning forward. “In this line of work, your reputation is everything. If word got out that I let clients walk all over me, I’d be out of business faster than you can say ‘leaky faucet.’”

I had to admit, he had a point. “So what happened next?”

Dad grinned. “Well, according to Johnny, they ended up redoing the whole bathroom about a year later.”

My eyes widened. “Did that solve the problem?”

A man working on a renovation project | Source: Freepik

A man working on a renovation project | Source: Freepik

Dad shook his head, chuckling. “Nope. The sugar residue was still there, lurking beneath the surface. The bugs just kept on coming back.”

“And the Carlyles?” I asked. “Did they ever figure it out?”

Dad’s eyes twinkled. “Not a clue. Last I heard, they were planning to redo the entire bathroom… again.”

I sat back, taking it all in. “Wow, Dad. That’s… something else. But didn’t you feel bad at all?”

Construction worker laying ceramic tiles | Source: Freepik

Construction worker laying ceramic tiles | Source: Freepik

Dad sighed, his expression turning serious. “Pippi, let me tell you something. In all my years of plumbing, I’ve never done anything like this before. And I hope I never have to again. But these Carlyles, they weren’t just trying to cheat me. They were insulting my work, my pride.”

I nodded, understanding dawning. “They thought they could walk all over you.”

“Exactly,” Dad said, pointing his cigar at me. “And in this business, word gets around. If I let them get away with it, who knows how many other folks might try the same thing?”

Side view of an older man looking up | Source: Midjourney

Side view of an older man looking up | Source: Midjourney

“I guess I see your point,” I admitted. “But still, bugs in the bathroom? That’s pretty gross, Dad.”

He chuckled. “Well, I never said it was a pretty revenge. But it was effective.”

“So, what happened after that?” I asked, curious. “Did you ever hear from them again?”

Dad shook his head. “Nope. But Johnny keeps me updated. You should hear some of the stories he’s told me.”

“Like what?” I leaned in, eager for more.

Ants near a bathtub | Source: Midjourney

Ants near a bathtub | Source: Midjourney

Dad’s eyes twinkled with mischief.

“Well, there was this one time Mrs. Carlyle was hosting a fancy dinner party. Johnny said he could hear her screaming all the way from his house when she found a cockroach in the guest bathroom!”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh man, that must’ve been embarrassing!”

Close-up of a cockroach on a bathroom sink | Source: Midjourney

Close-up of a cockroach on a bathroom sink | Source: Midjourney

“You bet it was,” Dad chuckled. “And then there was the time Mr. Carlyle tried to fix the problem himself. Bought every bug spray in the store and went to town on that bathroom.”

“Did it work?” I asked, already guessing the answer.

Dad shook his head, grinning. “Nope. Just made the whole house smell like a chemical factory for weeks. And the bugs? They came right back as soon as the smell faded.”

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Close-up of gloved hand holding disinfecting solution | Source: Freepik

I shook my head in disbelief. “Unbelievable. How long has this been going on?”

“Oh, must be going on over a year now,” Dad said, puffing on his cigar. “Johnny says they’re at their wits’ end. Talking about selling the house and moving.”

I whistled low. “Wow, Dad. That’s some long-lasting revenge.”

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Side view of a cottage with a beautiful garden | Source: Unsplash

He nodded, a hint of remorse in his eyes. “Maybe it went on a bit longer than I intended. But you know what they say about karma.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “It’s a real… well, you know.”

We shared a hearty laugh at that.

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Close-up side view of an older man with his eyes downcast | Source: Midjourney

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the patio, I sat back, processing everything Dad had told me.

“You know, Dad,” I said slowly, “I gotta admit, that’s pretty genius. Diabolical, but genius.”

Dad nodded, a satisfied smile on his face. “Sometimes, Pippi, you gotta teach people a lesson they won’t forget.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, I bet the Carlyles won’t be trying to stiff anyone on their bill anytime soon.”

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Close-up grayscale shot of a smiling woman | Source: Pexels

“You got that right,” Dad chuckled. “And every time Johnny gives me an update, I get a good laugh out of it.”

We sat in comfortable silence for a moment, watching the sky turn pink and orange.

“Hey, Dad?” I said finally.

“Yeah, Pippi?”

“Promise me one thing?”

He raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

Side view of an older man smiling | Source: Midjourney

Side view of an older man smiling | Source: Midjourney

I grinned. “If I ever need my bathroom redone, I’m paying you in full upfront.”

Dad burst out laughing, pulling me into a big bear hug. “That’s my girl!”

As we sat there, laughing and watching the sunset, I couldn’t help but think about the Carlyles and their bug-infested bathroom. It was a reminder that sometimes, karma comes with six legs and a sweet tooth.

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An older man laughing | Source: Midjourney

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KEVIN COSTNER’S BIG DECISION TO HAVE KIDS AT 50 BACKFIRES – DIVORCE FILED AFTER 18 YEARS

Kevin Costner was initially hesitant about having more children in his 50s. Despite already being a father to four kids from a previous marriage, he and his second wife, Christine Baumgartner, decided to expand their family. They had three children together after getting married in 2004.

Recently, Kevin and Christine have ended their 18-year marriage. The couple shares three children, and their decision to part ways marks a significant change for the family.

Kevin’s fear of expanding his family came true, as his second wife has filed for divorce. Despite their split, the family’s bond and their shared interests remain an important part of their lives.

Kevin Costner, famous for movies like “Dances with Wolves” and “The Bodyguard,” has seven children. Despite his success as an actor, he had concerns about having more kids in his 50s. His wife, Christine Baumgartner, who is 19 years younger than him, wanted to have children.

In a 2008 interview, Kevin admitted, “I was afraid I couldn’t be an effective father.” His initial worries about expanding his family were a big concern for him at the time.

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Kevin Costner realized he didn’t want to risk losing his wife, Christine, due to his fear of having more children. He decided to overcome his hesitation and embrace fatherhood once more. At 52, he welcomed his fifth child, Cayden.

Kevin was thrilled to be a father again, but he had some worries. In a 2007 interview with People, he expressed his concern: “My fundamental fear is that my new baby, someone else will raise him … I won’t get to coach him in what I think it is to be a man.” Despite these fears, Kevin was eager to be involved in his child’s life.

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Actor Kevin Costner and his wife Christine Baumgartner with their son Cayden at Daytona International Speedway on July 5, 2008, in Daytona Beach, Florida. | Source: Getty Images

Despite his worries, Kevin makes sure to spend quality time with his children. He plays with them and teaches them to be independent, just like any other parent trying to navigate parenthood.

Kevin also shared some funny advice about what he’s learned from being a dad for decades. He joked:

Kevin Costner’s family includes seven children from both his marriages. Here’s a look at his kids:

From His First Marriage to Cindy Silva:

After his first marriage ended, Kevin admitted that his faith in relationships was “shaken” due to the breakdown of his first marriage. He said, “No one wants their marriage to end,” and the experience had a significant impact on him. Despite these challenges, Kevin has worked to be a devoted father to all his children.

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Kevin Costner has seven children from different relationships. Here’s a look at his kids:

From His First Marriage to Cindy Silva:

1. Annie Costner** – Born in 1984, Annie is Kevin’s eldest child. She has acted in movies like *Dances With Wolves* and co-founded a film company called Sound Off Films in 2014.

Kevin has mentioned that not being able to see his children as much as he wanted has been a difficult adjustment for him.

Lily Costner, born in 1986, is Kevin Costner’s second child and a talented singer like her dad. Joe Costner, born in 1988, works in the entertainment industry as an audio engineer and production sound mixer.

Kevin also has a less-known son, Liam Costner, born in 1996 from a short relationship. Liam prefers to stay out of the spotlight.

In 2004, Kevin married Christine, and they had a son named Cayden Wyatt Costner in 2007. They had another son, Hayes Logan Costner, in 2009. Both boys like music and sports.

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Lily Costner, born in 1986, is Kevin Costner’s second child and a talented singer like her dad. Joe Costner, born in 1988, works in the entertainment industry as an audio engineer and production sound mixer.

Kevin also has a less-known son, Liam Costner, born in 1996 from a short relationship. Liam prefers to stay out of the spotlight.

In 2004, Kevin married Christine, and they had a son named Cayden Wyatt Costner in 2007. They had another son, Hayes Logan Costner, in 2009. Both boys like music and sports.

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The divorce news has received mixed reactions, with some expressing disappointment, while others suppose it’s beneficial for his wife, given that Kevin is significantly older than her.

While many people reserved their judgments about the shocking revelation of their separation, countless onlookers shared their opinions. One user wrote:

“Yep, he is too old for her anyway! Good for her! You old people have to learn the hard way!”

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