I think I mentioned that I had extensive plumbing work done on my home recently. The other day, I got into the shower and was all lathered up when the water suddenly went down to a tiny trickle. I managed to unsoap myself, dry off, get dressed and run outside to the main water valve to see if it had been shut off. It had not. There was no visible explanation for the lack of H2O so I called my plumber guy to whom I paid an awful lot of money just weeks ago.
I assumed he had done something wrong but I didn't say that. I just told him what had happened and he reacted in horror and promised to speed right over just as soon as he completed the job he was on. I have a real good plumber guy now. Remember how I used to say I had the best plumber in the world? Well, I did but he died and I'm pleased that I now have a new guy I can say that about.
I returned to work, itching a bit from the soap I'd been unable to rinse off. About fifteen minutes after the water had stopped, I saw a truck out my window. It said "LADWP" on it and even I knew that meant it was from the Los Angeles Department of Water & Power. Its driver was putting up a sawhorse-type barrier to signify that my street was being closed off for work. I ran out and he told me the whole block was out due to a water main leak at the other end of it. My water, he said, would be back on in fifteen minutes.
I called my plumber just as he was getting in his truck to come over and stopped him…and I apologized for even thinking the outage was his fault. Fifteen minutes later, I rinsed me off. Sometimes, we shouldn't be so hasty to assign blame even when we don't say it out loud.