No, I’m not cursed with good looks, money, fame, sparkling personality, charisma….. anything good. I’m cursed by a water spirit of some kind…. specifically one that deals with plumbing. Maybe that explains my extreme fear of water as a young child. Hmmmm…. something to ponder.
Anyway… I have been needing to replace a faucet in the kitchen for some time. Now, I know how to do plumbing. I know what needs to be done. I know the steps to do it. I have the skills and the tools. The problem is the curse. I’ve always “joked” that, “I can touch a water pipe on this end of the house and it will break on that end of the house.” It’s not entirely a joke. So, quite some time ago my mother — looking ahead and saving money — bought a display model of a **very** expensive faucet when a lumber firm closed. The current faucet finally started dripping enough to warrant being changed, so I set about doing it on Sunday. (Sunday… the day when stores are closed or close early. What can I say. I have to help the curse reach its full potential in any way possible, I guess.) Deinstallation and installation went surprisingly easy. “Hmm… this is going pretty good.” That should have been my warning. Without boring you with the details, lets just say that it’s not a good sign when you turn on a faucet and hear water running **under** the sink. Quickly turn off the water. I did. Check the fittings. I did. Find no water on the fittings. Uh-oh. Not good. So, this being a very expensive, high quality faucet, it’s generally not expected to leak from where the hose feeds the spout. (This is a pull out spray type faucet with a single head.) So, I checked the spout and found that it wasn’t tight. “No, problem. Just tighten it,” I foolishly thought. Tightened. Still loose hose. “Uh, oh. Not good.” Disassembled the connection and found that there were parts missing. To make a long story short, the parts for this particular model were not available to buy locally. So, I had to buy a new faucet and got to install a faucet **twice**. Oh, joy.
The curse strikes again.