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 next morning.
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.