We’ve been in SCal for a while now, staying with the Daughter and her family. Both Mr VOW and I try to do our share, and help out as much as we can.
Background: The city where the Daughter lives treats water like gold. Each home is given a baseline allocation, depending on how many peeps live there. Over that allocation, the city comes to the door, looking for arms and legs in payment. All faucets, showerheads, etc, have flow restrictors.
The kitchen faucet had been slowing down. I mean, it took at least two forevers to fill up the big pot to cook spaghetti. I knew the sprayer was crudded up with sediment. So I got out the gallon jug of descaler, and I really didn’t want to do the “twisty-tie-baggie-business” on the actual faucet.
So I had Mr VOW remove the sprayer gizmo, and plopped it in a cup full of descaler.
When the time came to recombobulate the faucet…it didn’t. Mr VOW fiddled with it. Son-in-law fiddled with it. “Gotta call a plumber,” was the joint conclusion by the Y chromosomes.
The next day, Mr VOW starts calling. And calling. And calling. He probably would have had better luck getting a brain surgeon who makes house calls. One plumber business was a puzzle. The main office is in the small town where my daughter lives. But all their plumbers were in Palm Springs! I should have gone to plumbing school instead of The Big U!
Finally finding someone who would show up THE SAME DAY, we get the sad, sad news. The faucet must be replaced.
I BROKE the faucet by trying to help out and take care of it!:smack:
Mr VOW made a run to Home Depot and bought a new kitchen faucet with the same bells, whistles and birdcalls. The nice plumber showed up bright and early the next day and installed it.
And my checkbook is crying.
Upside: new faucet works like a champ, and it takes no time at all to fill up the big pot for spaghetti!
~VOW