Our plumber, Menashe, is a wonderful guy. He’s the type of person I am happy to meet almost anywhere: at a wedding, a parent-teacher conference (some of our children attend the same schools), or in one of the local stores. The only place where I’m not so excited to see him is in my house, because it means he’s coming to fix something that broke and it’s going to cost me. The truth is that when something needs to be fixed, I very much anticipate his arrival. But I would rather not have needed to be so happy with his coming in the first place.