Smalltalk with our plumber, a friendly and clever guy in his forties, while he’s working. I am quite practical, too, and have always felt respected when communicating with him about the plumbing works that have to be done.
I ask him about his children and learn that he has two daughters, both around the age of 20, and he tells me what they do (I’ve forgotten by now). When I ask if none of them will be taking over the father’s plumbing workshop, he is totally shocked and screams “Never! Before I give my firm to a girl, I’d rather set it on fire.”
Plumber’s Daughters, Germany