The Toilet Story
Ok guys, here is the toilet story. I am sorry if I gave the impression that it is better than this, but here goes.
When Paula and I were stationed in New Orleans, the toilet in the guest bathroom went bad. (Paula and I are currently in disagreement about which toilet, but I am so certain it was the guest toilet that I would bet my life on it.)
A plumber came over to diagnose the toilet. He told us that the toilet was so old (it was from the original construction) it needed to be replaced. He quoted me a price for a new toilet and also for replacing the toilet.
I told him that I would definitely purchase a new toilet, but I may want to install it myself to save the corps some money.
I went to discuss it with Paula. She told me to let him install it because he knew what he was doing and I didn't. I was insulted. I am a guy. I can change a toilet! After discussing (actually arguing) this at length, Paula won.
I went back into the guest bathroom (not the master bathroom) where the plumber was waiting to give him the news that he was getting some more money out of us.
He left for about an hour to get the toilet. Keep in mind that this was an emergency call in the evening. He got back between 8:30 and 9:00pm. I watched him intently change the toilet to make sure he was doing it right. You know, because I know how to change a toilet.
He put this wax ring around the hole in the floor before putting the new toilet over it. I was smart enough to put 2 and 2 together. That was for the purpose of being a sealant.
I had no idea you had to put a wax ring under the new toilet! Oh my gosh!! Can you imagine the crap that would have been shootin' out from the bottom of the toilet if I had won that discussion (argument) between Paula and me!!??
Yes indeed!
I survived... and flushed with confidence.
Wayne
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8:45 PM
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