- Tell contractor, “Oh yeah. No problem. I’ll probably put the toilet in myself.”
- Ponder for three days whether or not I can actually do this without flooding the basement.
- Mentally calculate how embarrassing it will be if I flood the basement. Weigh embarrassment versus costs to pay for flooded basement.
- Visualize the facial expressions on my wife, my son, my daughter, my in-laws, my co-workers, the plumber, my neighbours, the bully from fifth grade, if I actually flood the basement.
- Google it.
- Get distracted.
- Spend an hour on the internet researching something else such as revenge-fantasy movie directed by Quentin Tarantino.
- Wait two days.
- Google it again. Watch two videos.
- Finally open the box with the new toilet in it.
- Read the directions.
- Get distracted by the oddity that new toilets do not come with toilet seats.
- Spend two hours online researching the perfect toilet seat.
- Google pictures of a toilet wax ring and shake my head and grimace a lot.
- Go to store to buy a toilet wax ring and discover there are several kinds (with a flange, without a flange, one inch, two inch). Buy all of them.
- Watch the toilet-installation video yet again.
- Read the instructions more carefully and notice odd contradiction between the internet video and the instructions.
- Fret.
- Insert Ipod earphones. Listen to bagpipes music. Feel my Scottish strongman blood pumping. Smile. Square my shoulders for a showdown with my new toilet.
- Begin installation at 10:00 p.m.
- Complete installation by about 11:00 p.m.
- Flex muscles in bathroom mirror and whisper, “Oh yeah. I am D.I.Y. superhero.”
- Run around the house and invite everyone to come and flush the new toilet.
- Pee in my new toilet. (Mark territory.)
- Pray before bed that the basement is not flooded in the morning.
Friday, February 19, 2010
I'm a DIY superhero don't-you-know....
How to install a toilet, thinking man-style…
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I bought a wax ring the other day for Neil's toilet fixing adventure. I had to take the OLD wax ring, which was squished and mind numbingly filthy in a ziplock to show the plumbing expert at Home Depot to make sure i got the right size. He laughed at me, told me I was disgusting and then told me that they are all the same size. So I actually DIDN'T have to stand in the middle of the aisle with a gross broken wax ring (it looked like moulded bacon fat) in a ziplock of 20 minutes, getting notably impatient.
The End.
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