Toilet Resurrection
The wife and I just repaired the fill valve in one of our toilets. I don't want to go into the sordid details, but I will go so far as to mention the fact that WE DID NOT HAVE A WRENCH. Just pliers, which are only good for throwing while swearing when plumbing is involved. I'm currently in awe of the power of a good adjustable wrench. My aching forearms and skin burns are proof of its remarkable utility. If we had one, that is.
But then we'd be plumbers. And millionaires, because those guys charge an arm and a C-note by the hour. How do they get away with having awesome hours, good pay, and casual butt-crack day every Friday? How?
The mighty adjustable wrench. That must be it. All that power in a spanner which fits neatly in the palm of one's hand. Which we didn't have. But managed anyway.
Excuse me while I micturate just so I can flush the damn thing.
But then we'd be plumbers. And millionaires, because those guys charge an arm and a C-note by the hour. How do they get away with having awesome hours, good pay, and casual butt-crack day every Friday? How?
The mighty adjustable wrench. That must be it. All that power in a spanner which fits neatly in the palm of one's hand. Which we didn't have. But managed anyway.
Excuse me while I micturate just so I can flush the damn thing.