When you have a home you hope that nothing too major goes wrong--especially if you or your mate is a bit dysfunctional when it comes to fixing things. Suddenly, you’ve established a close bond withHome Depot or Lowe’s home improvement stores.
What can go wrong when you have the experts in your corner? In the master shower there are 7 tiles which are cracking horizontally--one dang tile after another.
The toilet float valve in the master bath has gone bad. We head out to get it replaced. "Yes, sir, " Ken and Steve in the plumbing departmentof H. D. say to Tom."It’s the correct replacement, sir."
Just taking the new valve from the plastic casing requires a degree from MIT. We tug, pull, attempt to separate, break some nails, curse,cut our fingertips, when finally, one corner has popped open. It’s a struggle to separate, then voila! We have the valve in hand. Disassembling the original valve is easy, but lo-- the new one doesn’t fit.
Wrong unit, so back to H D we go. Ken and Steve have ducked out on a break, so we find a veryweathered old man working in the department, who resembles an entombed mummy. Sam gives us the right unit. "Are you sure, Sam" I ask? "Oh, yes," Sam replies with a wink.
Well, again we struggle with the fused plastic casing, and after a few heated minutes and snarling, we’re backin the toilet. Yes! By Sam Hill, it fits! Minutes later, we notice a constant drip,drip, drip coming from the nut.
Tom tightens the nut and by now we’re going nuts, because nothing is stopping the leak. Two hours later, we give in and call a handyman whom we’ve used before. Another Steve, not a Ken.
$135 bucks later, Mr. Fix-It has finished the job, and has left. That night we see evidence of leaking once again. The toilet has it in for us…