Thought I'd do some home repairs yesterday, which, as you might imagine, is not really my forte (not sure what is). First on the to do list was to fix a busted flapper on a toilet. Seemed easy enough on the 2 minute youtube clip I watched. Yadda yadda yadda, I have a plumber coming over at 2pm today to fix a much larger issue that was non-existent before General Misfortune put on his tool belt and wizard hat. What should have been a 10 dollar fix is going to cost me at least 20 times that.
I have no idea how this is even possible unless you were using a jackhammer or something.
Well, I pulled off the old flapper pretty easily. It looked like an old diaphragm. I tried to put the new one on, but I wasn't sure where it hooked into. So then I saw this thing that looked like Homer Simpson's drinking bird and tried to loosen it up in hopes that the flapper would connect there. But when I bent it backwards to try and gain some leverage to loosen it up, something that looks very important and not easily replaceable snapped off. Like a bracket or something. I thought about using gorrila glue, but man, this is a toilet. I don't want to be jerryrigging something so vital to our daily existence. Well, after the bracket snapped off, I called my plumber, who is quite nice and very reasonable and after laughing at me agreed to meet me today. He usually books a week out, so he must have sensed my desperation and pitied me like most women who ever slept with me.
I hate housing projects.