What started as a plan to replace a leaky washer in the bathroom sink ended with me sitting at the kitchen table across from a Romanian plumber, debating the costs/benefits of minimalist vs art deco design for the replacement sink. The 60 cent replacement washer has just gone up in price by a thousand-fold.
And I thought after my recent triumph of replacing the broken toilet handle with one trip to the hardware store, a four dollar part and two minutes of work that I was some kind of plumbing genius. I guess I really do need to know a little more than just shit flows downhill.
But why do I always end up with the plumber who used to be a designer?