My first real job was working for a handyman in Skidmore, MO. Wayne was mainly an exterior house painter, but he did all sorts of projects around the houses of his clients. I was 16.
It was my first exposure to up-to-the-elbows home repair.
Wayne taught me that a plumber only needed to know 2 things.
1. Know what floats down hill.
2. Payday is on Friday.
I learned a third thing: I hate plumbing.
Today’s home repair job was replacing the flap valve in the downstairs toilet.
I hate plumbing.
And why is it that flap valves can’t be made to last? They have to be replaced every … year? … and when you replace them, they have always degenerated into mush? They always leave black rubber stuff all over your hands, every time.
We can put a man on the moon, but we can’t make a flap valve to last.
I hate plumbing.
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