Oh, the joys of home ownership.
Am I the only one who requires three trips to the hardware store for almost every job?
Trip #1: Get all the parts needed for the planned repair job.
Trip #2: Return some of those parts and get the correct parts.
Trip #3: Back to the store to get a vital part that I didn't think I'd need to replace when I started the job.
This project was no exception. Three trips required. This time is was plumbing that required my attention.
The mission: Stopping a leak in the toilet in the guest bathroom.
The plan: Rebuild the whole damned thing.
--Old plumbing that it was connected to that no longer wants to connect to the new stuff.
--Tight working quarters that restrict visibility and access to fittings.
--Hand hard-to-read instructions on everything because the building industry now insists on printing instructions in both American and Illegal so the font is microscopic.
Combined Aggravation Factor: 3.5 on a scale of 1 to 5.
End result: The neighbors' kids learned a few new words and phrases and Lagniappe is still hiding somewhere, but the job is now complete. Mission accomplished.
And at least this time, Lagniappe didn't "help".