My Stupidity Index usually surpasses my Competence Index.
Earlier this week, the household sink's garbage disposer packed up. Sounded like it had chewed a piece of metal, and it would not budge.
"It's a goner," I said, with male confidence. Purchased a new disposer from Home Depot (who are very nice to their employees) and brought it home. Fancy piece, 3/4 hp, over $200. Well-reviewed on Consumer Reports.
Plumber guy came over, peered into the thing's maw with a flashlight, probed into it with a magnetic retriever and fished out a screw. A #8 X 1/2'' pan Phillips sheet metal screw with a black finish.
"Well, there's your problem," he said. Fired up the disposer which ran as sweetly as a $12,000 record turntable on air bearings.
Mrs Elliott looked at me. I felt somewhat cretinish.
I have no idea where that screw came from, or how it got close enough to the kitchen sink to fall in. But I am 99 and 44/100ths sure that the screw wasn't part of the disposer. And I suspect that it came from me. I mean, how many women typically wander about with loose #8 X 1/2'' pan Phillips sheet metal screws in standard steel with a (could have been oil or wax) black finish?
I did it and I are a nitwit.
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