So about 8:30 this morning I wanted to mop the floors before my mother came over and I saw this…read moreleaking under the sink:
No problem, right?!
I think: I. Own. Tools. I. Can. Fix.
Headed to True Value on Lexington Street in Waltham (hey, I know where a hardware store is!) to get a white screw thingy (slip nut and gasket). The manager Phil helped me find what I needed and helped me understand which way to put in the gasket.
When I got back home, I couldn't for the life of me figure out why it was still dribbling water and it wouldn't sit right... it's still crooked.
Okay, maybe the gasket is too small? I flipped it In the other direction, too. Nope. Still leaking. Dunno. Back to True Value.
Not too small, says Phil, I indeed had the right size and I just need to tighten it some more. Face palm.
Back home again.
I'm feeling almost like a warrior. Just me and a semi-death grip (aka: slip nut) wrench. I'm even more so determined NOT to have my dad drive in out of state. I will prevail! Anyways, my dad had showed me how to fix the faucet, so I am now a plumber!
Trying to reposition everything, I just couldn't loosen the middle slip nut to make it easier and proceeded to pull the WHOLE trap out of the floor. OMG!
No problem, call Dad.
So he tells me I now need to get the second slip nut undone, but I can't grip it with the wrench. So I decide to hammer on it like you would a jar of pickles, hoping to release it enough to grip and turn. Not a good idea.
Yep. Cracked like a walnut. Dad is now screaming on the speaker phone as to why in hell I'd do that ... it'll just break. I have no clue. Sounded plausible to me.
Yes, I still have yet to understand the severity of my actions.
Back to True Value, intent on seeking out Phil, to ask my options on repair, as it can't be as bad as my dad thinks.
Welp, Phil finally realizes my dad isn't in my kitchen, but in CT. And that I'm trying to repair, what he kindly points out, is now a major job, via phone. I must be some kind of "special" because I am still unsure why I can't do this on my own. Phil starts saying things like glue...and I say things like my dad has glue! (Win-win!)
Phil then turns from my bag of broken parts I brought in and after studying the trap photo on my phone says he thinks he's got a solution. Next, I see him going down some isle with an armful of white PVC. Moments later he comes out and says follow me. Phil is now putting together a new trap and letting me do some of it so I know how! New Trap AND a tutorial AND I got to help! I was so blown away from Phil's assistance!
He really wanted to help me and also make it easy on my dad - not having to drive up here. Phil said give the left over glue to my dad the next time I see him, BTW. We laughed about that during checkout.
Back home. The new trap worked like a charm! No leaks..until...there was one. Now what?!
After testing for where the SECOND LEAK was coming from, it appeared to be the black plastic pipe connected to the garbage disposal. Dad on speaker again with me saying I don't listen because if I did I'd know which tool to use to unscrew the fitting without stripping it. Wrench is a wrench me thinks; and who remembers that stuff when you used it once: to fix the kitchen faucet - last October - which took almost an entire day. Used the socket wrench, after I tried and failed with the open ended wrenches. Dad was right. I was about to strip that rusted screw.
So back I head to True Value (trip #4, in case you lost count) with another broken piece from beneath the sink, where I store most of my cleaners. Remember mom is driving in? It's almost 2:30. Now I really need to mop after the sink spillage.
Phil was in the midst of a couple of projects. He asked about the new plumbing. Works great, I said, no leaks...Except for the other broken part I brought in. Though he was busy and hadn't even had lunch yet, he walked me again down that now familiar plumbing isle, garnering two parts for me. I was off to the people in the screw and nut isle. Boy, I was glad there are so many nice and helpful associates there, as I would have never found what I needed.
And success!
This whole experience was so positive that I had to share. This far beats out my experience at other stores and True Value will be my go to place from now on.
I still need to mop the floors, but I feel such a sense of accomplishment! Thank you for the advise and tools Dad. Thank you so very much Phil for all you did today (see you next week regarding crab grass)!
True. Story.
The end.