We all have embarrassing moments, and I've certainly had my share.
I had surgery on my nose a week back, and cannot bend at the waist
or pick anything up for a couple weeks. That's harder to comply
with than you'd think, but I do my best. The other day, I was at
the kitchen sink and noticed a large puddle of water by the
dishwasher. As I was rinsing dishes, it grew even larger. Our
sink faucet is one of the types with the pull-our head, rather
than one with a separate dish rinsing hose.
I shut everything down and asked a family member to look under the
sink for the leak: presumably in the drain line or disposal
attachment. She cleaned everything out, mopped up the base,
toweled the surface dry and used a flashlight to try locating the
leak. We ran water and the flood returned. The closest she could
tell me was that it originated somewhere "back and up high," and
appeared only when we were running the faucet. Being a pessimist
and having a sore nose anyway, I decided to just leave it for the
In the meantime, my neighbor came by to see how I was doing and I
griped to him about the sink leaking. I told him I was betting
that the flex hose between the faucet and pull-out head was broken
and he agreed with the diagnosis. We even made plans to rip the
whole darned thing out the next morning and to just slap in a new
faucet. THEN, the smart-a**
pulled the wand out a few inches and
told me to turn on the water. It sprayed everywhere.
Unlike a normal run of bad luck, all that had happened was the
threaded connection between the hose and the faucet head was
loose. I couple turns by hand, followed by a tweaking with pliers
had the whole mess fixed in a few minutes, with no big project the
next day. That kind of good luck NEVER happens. . . and when it
did, it had to happen in front of my best friend and neighbor, who
is now telling anyone who'll listen how he had to show me how to
find a leak.
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