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The handyman can’t

December 2, 2010 by Dave Knadler

It's harder than it looks.

I‘m not the world’s most inept handyman. That would be my mentally-challenged twin Duane, who this morning rose early to fix a leaking shower faucet and spent the remainder of the day cursing and stripping nuts with a crescent wrench and mopping up water and purchasing valves that turned out to be just a teeny bit different from what was required. A job that might normally take 20 minutes ended up taking about five hours, counting trips to the hardware store. Technically it’s still not over, since Duane should probably return a certain $12 valve instead of throwing it with a guttural scream into the neighbor’s yard.

Duane has done some damage over the years. Once he undertook to fix a used-but-still-serviceable washing machine. A few hours later, he was tipping it from the back of his pickup into the local landfill. Another time, years ago, he thought to cover an entire kitchen wall in Z Brick®. Duane still remembers the noise Z Brick® makes when it falls to the floor in the middle of the night.

Duane once owned a Sears Craftsman lawnmower that was hard to start. After pondering the problem and employing all the skills as his disposal, Duane transformed it into a lawnmower that was impossible to start. It soon joined the washing-machine in the graveyard of good intentions.

One day, Duane may dump his tools in there as well. But for now, there’s a strange silence that is making him forget the travails of the day, that may, against all reason, lead him to consider other ill-advised projects in the future. It is the silence of the shower faucet. No longer dripping.

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  1. SarahP says

    December 9, 2010 at 7:18 pm

    I seem to recall Duane’s attempt at fixing the bathroom plumbing that resulted in a response from the fire department — all vividly simulcast to Duane’s amused co-workers via the police scanner. If it’s any consolation to Duane, I turned off the hot water to my bathroom sink years ago to “solve” a dripping faucet.

  2. Dave Knadler says

    December 9, 2010 at 7:24 pm

    Well, as they say: I can laugh about it now. It’s funny that you remember it too. From that day forward, I swore off any attempt to solder in an enclosed space.

  3. SarahP says

    December 10, 2010 at 3:35 pm

    I suppose I remember it because there was a classic Jeff Herman “gotcha” involved the next day (you were not amused, as I recall). I give you points for the attempt at soldering — I stay away from anything involving a flame. Or raw sewage.

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