It was 6 pm. Guests would begin arriving in an hour. My daughter's graduation was the biggest party I had ever thrown. It was perfect....

except for my husband Gary (know anyone with a perfect one?)....

Gary had to go. He used the downstairs guest bathroom. I almost fainted from the smell, then I saw the bowl filled to the brim. Gary grabbed a plunger and gave it a good workout...

"OH Sh*t! It's clogged." he said with brown water on his toes.

"NO Sh*t"," said I with towel held tightly to my nose.

I called Larry the Plumber. His magnetic business card was on my fridge, his "You Fill...We Drain" motto had a bit too much irony for me.

Larry was there quickly. He didn't stay long.

The bowl was clean, the party was great and no one knew how close to disaster we had come...except Gary, who now uses the bathroom at the corner gas station.

Need a good plumber, call Larry at 330-691-0007...then Party On. This is Mary Merry who is glad she knew Larry.
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Could probably fit on a postcard, or a 30 second radio spot, or even on TV. Probably won't work on the Internet, even if it were 12 pages long and included GREAT detail.

I doubt a long letter would help either. But I may be wrong. She may read it in the powder room only to discover her imperfect husband had used the last of the TP and didn't replace it. AH, thank goodness for the long sales letter.

I'm Mary Merry quite contrary, how do my profits grow?

My products' good, my price is right and I let the people know.

M.