By Monday morning, Earl Harlow's voicemail was completely full — and not one of the callers was asking for Earl. His scheduling book, normally a modest two pages for the week, exploded into a 47-job backlog overnight. Grown men who had happily ignored dripping faucets for three years were suddenly declaring plumbing emergencies. One local guy reportedly called about a leak under his sink, and when Earl showed up instead of Cassidy, the man claimed the problem had 'mysteriously fixed itself.' The mayor himself put in a call, citing 'a persistent issue with his pipes that really needs a woman's touch.' Sure, buddy.