The faucet in our upstairs bathroom has been dripping for months. I was doing homework upstairs while Kelly decided to take the faucet apart and fix it. All of a sudden I heard lots of water gushing in the bathroom. So I took a peek. Super hot water was blasting straight up out of the faucet and Kelly was holding a small cup over the small geyser to shield himself from the water. Kelly yelled to me over the spraying water to turn the water off down stairs. I sprinted down stairs but was panicking so I ran to the electrical panel, stared at it and realized that wasn’t what I needed. Next I ran across the room to the knob that lets hot water in to the washer and started cranking it righty tighty, then I thought to myself, “duh, this is not the right knob!” Lastly I spotted the knob above the hot water header and cranked it hard to the right. I heard water stop gushing out of the faucet upstairs. I went back upstairs to check on Kelly. His poor right hand had been burned by the scalding water. Yes, this is the same hand that was blown up by homemade firecrackers and had a chunk taken out of it the weekend before while Kelly attempted to slice apples. His hand was pretty red but it wasn’t blistered at all so I told him to suck it up. Just kidding. I took pity on him and thanked him profusely for trying to fix the faucet.

Later in the day Kelly left for McLendon’s to get parts for our now out of order faucet. About an hour later he called to tell me that he had gotten the parts for the faucet but he truck wouldn’t start so he bought and installed a new battery. However, when he went to get into his truck he realized that his only key was in the ignition, locked inside. My parents live within walking distance to where he was so my dad came and together they used a coat hanger jimmy the lock up and open the door.

After that Kelly walked back over to McLendon’s and made a copy of his key.

Sunday, November 22, 2009 9:40:33 PM (Pacific Standard Time, UTC-08:00)    Comments [0] Trackback