Arrogant Homeowners Wouldn’t Pay My Plumber Father, They Thought They Outsmarted Him, but He Got the Final Chuckle

An entitled couple learned a hard lesson when they tried to cheat my dad, a hardworking plumber, out of his payment. Here’s how he turned the tables on them. I’m Phoebe, but you can call me Pippi, just like my dad does. My dad, Pete, is a 55-year-old plumber with a rugged look and hands that show years of hard work.

He treats every job like it’s his own home, and his dedication often gets him taken for granted. A few months ago, I visited my dad at his place, where I found him on the patio, enjoying a cigar and laughing heartily. I asked what was so funny, and he began to tell me about the Carlyles, a couple who wanted an extravagant bathroom remodel.

They picked every detail, from the tiles to the toilet paper holder, and at first, it seemed like a dream job. But on the last day, just as my dad finished the grouting, the Carlyles sat on their couch, ready to pull a fast one. Mrs. Carlyle claimed the tiles were wrong, despite having chosen them herself. To my dad’s shock, they only wanted to pay him half of what they owed.

Frustrated but clever, my dad decided to teach them a lesson. Instead of using water in the grout, he mixed it with sugar and honey, packed up his tools, and left with half the payment. He knew the couple wouldn’t notice anything wrong immediately; the grout looked fine when it dried.

Weeks later, Mrs. Carlyle took a shower and found ants crawling along the grout lines. The next day brought cockroaches, and soon enough, all sorts of bugs showed up. My dad had a friend, Johnny, who lived next door and kept him updated on the couple’s pest problems.

The Carlyles tried everything to get rid of the bugs, spending a fortune on pest control, but nothing worked. They even blamed the pest sprays for ruining the grout, not realizing that the sugar residue was the source of their problems.

My dad told me the couple ended up redoing their entire bathroom a year later, but the sugar was still lurking underneath, keeping the bugs coming back. They were clueless, still planning to remodel again.

I couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for them. My dad explained that their actions insulted his work and pride. He needed to protect his reputation in the plumbing business, and if he let them cheat him, others might try to do the same.

The stories continued. Johnny shared how Mrs. Carlyle had a fancy dinner party and screamed when she found a cockroach in the bathroom. Mr. Carlyle attempted to fix the problem himself, only to create a chemical factory smell without solving anything.

Over a year later, the couple was at their wits’ end and even considered selling their house. My dad chuckled, noting that perhaps his revenge lasted longer than intended, but he felt it was a deserved lesson.

As we sat watching the sunset, I couldn’t help but appreciate the cleverness of my dad’s actions. He taught them a lesson they wouldn’t forget, and I laughed at the thought of the Carlyles’ continued struggles. I promised him that if I ever needed plumbing work done, I would pay him in full upfront. It was a fitting reminder that sometimes, karma comes with unexpected consequences.

I Knew My Future Mother-in-Law Didn’t Like Me, but I Never Imagined the Plans She Had Against Me — Story of the Day

Falling in love felt perfect—until his family turned my life upside down. His mother didn’t think I was good enough and made it her mission to prove it. Secrets, lies, and a test of trust pushed me to my limit. I had to decide if love was enough to overcome everything against us.

If I had known what my future mother-in-law would be like, I would have told Dean to introduce us at the wedding. At least then, I would have been prepared for her icy glares and sharp comments.

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But not everything in life can be predicted, so I met Martha even before Dean and I got engaged.

Saying she hated me would be an understatement—she saw me as completely unworthy of her son. I was nothing like his ex-wife, Kate.

Yes, Dean had been married before. They divorced after she cheated on him with his cousin, who also happened to be his best friend—or rather, his former best friend.

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That whole situation was a mess I couldn’t imagine surviving. Thankfully, there were no children involved.

I don’t know how I would have handled that added layer of complexity. Still, the fact that Martha stayed in touch with Kate, despite everything, was enough to make me question myself.

But I was lucky with Dean. He was the best man I had ever met—kind, patient, and fiercely loyal.

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He loved me, supported me in every way, and I loved him just as deeply. The rest didn’t seem to matter as much.

That evening, we had a rare date night planned. A cozy dinner at a nice restaurant followed by a movie.

We’d both been so busy lately that it felt overdue. Just as I was putting on my earrings, a knock at the door interrupted us. I frowned. We weren’t expecting anyone.

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“I’ll get it,” I called to Dean, heading to the door. When I opened it, there she was—Martha. Her piercing gaze scanned me up and down.

“Oh, where are you all dressed up for?” Martha’s voice had an edge as sharp as her stare. No hello, no smile, no warmth. Then, as if to twist the knife, she added, “Off to seduce someone else’s husband?”

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. “Dean and I are going on a date. Was there something you needed?” I kept my tone steady, though my patience was already wearing thin.

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“I just wanted to have dinner with my son,” she said, crossing her arms. “Is that so unreasonable?”

“Sorry, but we already have plans for tonight,” I said, standing my ground.

“Plans can be changed. A mother is more important than any plan. You should know that if you were a proper daughter-in-law. Kate always made time for me,” Martha said, her voice rising with every word.

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I clenched my jaw and looked away, too drained to keep up this argument.

“Who’s at the door?” Dean called from the bedroom.

“Darling, it’s me,” Martha called out sweetly, her tone shifting entirely.

Dean walked into the room, frowning when he saw her. “Mom, why didn’t you call first? We already have plans.”

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“Yes, Alice told me that,” Martha said, ignoring his concern. “But I haven’t seen you in so long. I thought I’d drop by.”

“I visited you last week,” Dean replied firmly.

“A mother can’t miss her son?” she snapped, throwing her hands in the air.

“She can, but we’ve already made plans,” Dean said. “I’ll come visit you soon.”

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Martha glared at me as if I’d personally insulted her. “This is all her doing! She’s turning you against me!”

Dean sighed. “Alice hasn’t said a word. Mom, please, no drama.”

Martha turned to me, her eyes blazing. “You’ll pay for this!” Then, she stormed out, slamming the door so hard the walls seemed to shake.

“I’m sorry about that,” Dean said, wrapping his arms around me.

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“It’s okay. Thank you for standing up for me,” I said softly, kissing him.

A few days after the incident with Martha, I was at home after work, sorting through wedding plans scattered across the table.

The list of tasks felt endless, but I was determined to make everything perfect. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

For a moment, I thought Dean must have forgotten his keys again. Then I remembered—he’d planned to visit Martha after work. Curious, I walked to the door and opened it.

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There stood Martha. She brushed past me without a word and walked straight into the house.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice firm.

“How polite of you,” Martha said with a sarcastic smirk. Her tone dripped with disdain.

“You didn’t even say hello,” I pointed out, crossing my arms.

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“I don’t see the need to greet someone like you,” she shot back, her eyes narrowing.

I clenched my jaw but kept my tone steady. “Why are you here? Dean went to see you after work.”

“Oh, yes,” Martha said, her smirk widening. “It just so happened that Kate dropped by for tea, so I left them alone. They deserve a second chance.”

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Her words hit me like a slap. “What did you do?” I asked, my voice shaking with shock.

“Let’s be honest, Alice—you’re not right for him,” she said, stepping closer. “His perfect woman is Kate. I know it, Kate knows it, and deep down, Dean knows it too. He just needed a reminder.”

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I squared my shoulders, refusing to let her see how much she rattled me. “This is crossing every line. I understand you don’t like me, but Dean and I are getting married in two months. I love him, and he loves me. You have no right to decide who’s best for him. And honestly, do you really want your son to go back to a woman who cheated on him with his cousin?”

Martha scoffed, waving off my words. “People make mistakes. Kate still loves Dean and regrets what happened. I’m sure it won’t happen again.”

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I shook my head, done with the conversation. “I’ve had enough. I’m calling Dean.”

“You can try, but I took his phone,” she said smugly, her arms crossed.

“You’re unbelievable,” I said, turning toward the door. She stepped into my path.

“If you don’t move, I’ll call the police and report that I’m being held against my will,” I replied, pulling out my phone.

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“You wouldn’t dare,” she hissed, but I was already dialing.

“911, what’s your emergency?” the dispatcher asked.

“Hello—” I started, but Martha lunged forward, snatching the phone from my hands and ending the call.

Fuming, I pushed past her and opened the door. As I walked to my car, she screamed after me, calling me a witch who was ruining her son’s life. I didn’t look back. I had no time for her games.

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I drove to Martha’s house, planning to walk straight in, but doubt crept in as I reached the door.

I paused, gripping the car keys tightly in my hand. Part of me feared that Dean might choose her over me. After all, he and Kate had spent eight years together.

Instead of going inside, I moved quietly toward the living room window. Inside, I saw Dean and Kate standing face to face in the center of the room.

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Tears streamed down Kate’s cheeks, falling freely onto her blouse. Dean’s expression, however, was unreadable. He stood still, listening, but his shoulders were tense.

My heart sank at the sight of them together. A voice in my head whispered over and over, louder each time, that he wouldn’t choose me.

Suddenly, Kate stepped closer. Before I could process what was happening, she leaned in and kissed Dean. My heart dropped to my stomach. I froze, unable to look away.

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To my relief, I saw Dean push her back. He wiped his lips roughly with his sweater sleeve, his face twisting with anger. Without hesitating, he turned and stormed out of the house.

He spotted my car immediately. His eyes scanned the area until they landed on me.

Without a word, he walked straight over and pulled me into a tight hug. The moment his arms wrapped around me, I felt tears on my face I hadn’t realized were there.

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“They set this all up. I didn’t want to see Kate,” Dean said, his voice firm. His hands rested on my shoulders as he looked into my eyes.

I nodded, feeling a wave of relief. “I saw you push her away,” I said, my voice quiet but steady.

“Because I don’t want anyone but you,” he said. His words felt like a shield around me, strong and certain. I hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go.

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“Is my mom at our place?” Dean asked after a moment.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Let’s go. I have something to say to her,” he said. His tone left no room for argument.

We drove separately back to our house. My hands trembled on the steering wheel, but I kept going.

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When we walked in, holding hands, Martha’s face changed. Surprise flashed in her eyes, quickly replaced by irritation.

“You didn’t talk to Kate?” Martha asked, narrowing her eyes.

“I did, though I didn’t want to. Now I’ll talk to you. I’ve had enough of you interfering in my life. I don’t want this to continue. From now on, we’re done,” Dean said, his voice firm.

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“What?! But I’m your mother! I’m your family!” Martha shouted, her voice rising.

“Alice is my family. You can’t accept that, so I see no other option,” Dean said, squeezing my hand.

“I knew this was all her fault! That witch turned you against me!” Martha screamed. Her words hit like stones, but I stood firm beside Dean.

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“You did this to yourself. Alice isn’t to blame. Now, please leave our home,” Dean said.

“This is outrageous! How could you do this?” Martha yelled, her face red with anger.

“Mom, please, don’t make me force you out,” Dean said, his tone calm but resolute.

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Martha huffed, glaring at both of us. Then she stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

“Are you sure this was the right decision?” I asked, my voice soft.

“When it comes to you and our family, I never have any doubts,” Dean said. His words brought a smile to my face, and I kissed him, knowing we were stronger together.

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