Today I made my first trek into Home Depot by myself. All by myself – In a green flowy dress. I looked like an adult Tinkerbell walking around Home Depot carrying a toilet repair kit. I just had to point that out.
Okay, maybe in the past my dad has sent me into Home Depot alone while he was working on something at my house, but this was really and truly the first time I mustered up the want-to to go in there, get what I need and fix something foreign (to me) on my own.
You see, this morning, as I went to flush the toilet and I heard the little plastic handle thingy crack on the inside of the tank.
A few profane words later, I flushed the toilet manually (using the flapper thingy inside the tank), and made the mental note to buy a new flushy thingy.
Ten minutes later I lost the mental note.
Anyway, fast forward to this evening when I came home and realized the toilet didn’t fix itself, my dad told me he couldn’t visit to fix it, and thus began the “Jessica versus the Toilet” saga.
Let me be clear, I don’t mind fixing things I’ve been specifically shown how to fix or that I’ve observed in the fixing process. I’m not sure the “fixing process” is its proper name, but I’m sleep deprived, so we’ll let it go.
So, yeah, I don’t like flying by the seat of my pants when it comes to home repair; however, I figured it couldn’t be that bad. I mean, it is just a piece of plastic, right?
I’m going to be honest with you. I DID try to duct tape the broken piece back together…. with pink, zebra print duct tape. It was not successful.
After the redneck moment passed, I sucked it up and went into Home Depot. Not surprisingly, I remembered where the toilet supplies are in there. My dad and I used to spend a lot of time in Home Depot. A lot. Pretty sure I could draw you a map of the store. Anyway, long story-not-so-short, I have mastered the art of fixing the inner workings of a toilet.
They should really teach this kind-of thing in college. It should be a course titled: “How to fix stuff you didn’t realize would break 101.” By the way, there’s a book on the shelf at the radio station that’s something about home repair for dummies. I’m thinking I need to borrow that sucker. Just a thought.
Anyway, the score – for those of you keeping tabs – is now Jessica = 2, toilet = 0.