I have been out of Holland for a long time now, so I wouldn’t really know about the technical know-how of your average repair man, but I can tell you plenty about the technical know-how of some technicians in this place. Here’s an example.
When I walk into the upstairs bathroom this morning, I step in a puddle of water. I look around. It is dry around the toilet, but wet around the sink, so obviously there must be something leaking around the sink. I check the tabs. I check the pipes, but I see no water dripping. It’s got to be somewhere complicated, and so I call the plumber.
He shows up.
He checks the tabs. He checks the pipes. And he has a verdict.
“When you wash your hands (and he opens the tabs and washes his hands to prove his point), water spills over to the top of the sink, and then drops down. That’s where the water comes from.”
I look at him. The old aunt looks at him. We look at each other. Is this guy serious?
“Nobody washed his hands during the night in this bathroom. And yet, there is water,” says the aunt, “go explain that.”
“Besides,” I add, “I’ve been living in this house 16 years now. And this is the first time it has happened. So you’re telling me we never ever washed our hands here?”
“Well, then where is it from?” he says a little irritated.
“Now who’s the plumber here?” asks the aunt. “You or me?”