Nate said, describing his visit to Ralph Farber’s plumbing showroom. “When I walked in, Farber was on the phone with one of his employees, and he wasn’t happy with the guy.” Nate laughed. “Farber would be an intimidating man when he was in a good mood. He’s got shoulders at least three feet across and biceps that make you wonder if he does daily curls with the sinks and sump pumps he sells. When he’s in a bad mood, as he sure sounded when I walked in, well, let’s just say I felt like backing out of there, pronto.” “What was he mad about?” Tina asked. “Something to do with a job he’d sent one of his workers out on. It sounded like the guy messed up and Farber was trying to figure out how he could make things right. Eventually, with plenty of cuss words, Farber worked out a solution, though when he hung up, he looked ready to spit nails. That’s when he noticed me and said, ‘Yeah?’ like I’d better have a darn good reason for taking up his time.”
