Typical Thursday, early afternoon. I saunter from my upstairs home office to my basement lair only to discover one of our ("most homeowners”) least favorite scenes - a pool of perfectly usable hot water surrounding the rusted underbelly of the years-old hot water heater. With the laundry plans on indefinite hiatus, I brainstormed my next moves. Turn off the water, get a towel and a fan on the scene, and call a plumber. An avid radio listener, I was more than familiar with the MYGUY PLUMBING jingle. Maybe too familiar (I do a fairly competent rendition). A quick Google search led to a phone call with Erica at the central station, who in turn dispatched a dynamic duo, Matt C. and his apprentice, Joe. They diagnosed that my heater was, in fact, toast, ran through a number of replacement options, and set us up with a great financing deal. While I did my job upstairs, Matt and Joe did the real work in the basement. Before dinnertime, they had removed the busted appliance, replaced with a brand new Bradford White model, and brought all of the associated pipe / wire / etc. up to date (with the kind help of another local genius MYGUY gentlemen whose name I didn't take down - my apologies). By dinner time, it was like nothing had happened. Great crew all around, incredible pricing, and an insanely fast turnaround time. Special thanks to Matt and JOe for being so cool and putting up with my loud, demanding golden retriever. I can't recommend this team enough. MYGUY, YOURGUY. MYGUY PLUMBING RULES.
