 |
| courtesy of howstuffworks.com |
I had the distinct pleasure of playing plumber this past weekend. Okay, it wasn't a pleasure nor would I have wanted to be one, but I wasn't willing to call a plumber to fix my pipes. I was being totally stubborn. What was suppose to be about a 1 hour ordeal spanned two f*cking days! First, I went to my big chain hardware store that sounds like "low" (but plural) to buy the replacement pipes for the lavatory sinks. (I had to replace two bathrooms.) Obviously, I looked lost and this butch looking woman employee helped me but before she did, she looked at my lanky body and my dolled up face (I was just wearing bronzer, a wash of shadow, mascara, and lipgloss). I obviously lacked the muscular structure she had so she asked me if I ever changed any pipes. I said no BUT I changed a toilet. Not really though, I changed the inner workings of one. She said jokingly that would qualify me enough. Whatever! I was rolling my eyes, well on the inside. Anyway, I got the stuff that I needed and left.
I beg you, click to read more »
0 comments:
Post a Comment