Couldn't agree more with Cindy below: Jarred is a bonified pimp, perhaps one of the best servicemen I've ever had come to my house for any reason.
Sunday afternoon and I'm at Whole Foods spending too much money on food for a dinner party that night when I get a call from my woman. The garbage disposal unit made an explosion sound, shot out some sparks and smoke and then shocked the shit out of her when she tried to turn it off. Ehhhh, not what you want to hear when you're about to cook for new friends, one of whom is a professional Chef, for christsakes. And now one of us will have to take time off of work to be at home for a plumber some time during the week, fucking hell . . .
When I get home she tells me a plumber's on the way. On a Sunday? She said she called 4 and got nothing but voicemail, but on the fifth call Jarred picked up and said he would roll by. Weird.
Homeboy shows up and looks a lot like Mac from Sunny in Philadelphia, so he's off to a good start. Tells me he can swap the disposal unit out in an hour for $95 labor. You can't get slapped in the face in this town for less than $150, so right on. But he has to go get the parts and won't be back until 6pm, the same time my guests are slated to arrive . . .
So I'm prepping like a bitch, trying to get everything done before all hell breaks loose. By the time Jarred gets back I've got the cheese plate out, my salad put together and my Cioppino is cooking on the stove. Jarred --who actually took off his shoes before entering the house, without me even having to ask -- spreads out a cloth to protect my floor and gets to work. (I mean, any work under the sink is intrinsically dirty bizness, but Jared's got it laid out like he's doing surgery so it's not nastying up my good dinner vibe.) We retire to the living room for drinks, everything's going great.
After a few minutes there's a knock at the living room door. It's Jarred. He took time out from his work to come tell me the timer on my stove was going off. Read that again: not only is dude busting out some seriously orderly sink repair on a Sunday afternoon, but he's stopping work to come tell me my Cioppino's done simmering. Seriously, bro, slow it down, you're making most other plumbers look like donkey shit.
Less than an hour after he's started and dude is DONE. I've got my warranty, he explains how to revive the unit if it screws up and he even takes my personal check. And damn, we offered him a beer and invited him to kick it for a minute, but he's so pro-styles he wouldn't even take us up.
He takes the old, shitty unit with him (along with all the trash from the new unit) and insists upon sitting of the front porch (rather than inside on the comfy carpeted steps) to put his shoes on. Just an ace.
Bottom line: Jarred not only fixed my stinky sink shit in no time for an entirely reasonable price, but he also displayed some of the best and friendliest manners I've seen in a minute.
We will DEFINITELY call him back.