Tut, Tut, I’m in a Rut
Afew years ago we had a leaky faucet in our upstairs bath- room.After about three months of gentle reminders, my very patient wife suggested that if I wasn’t going to repair it, then perhaps I should call the plumber.Again, months passed and the drip, drip, drip continued. Eventually Mary took matters into her own hands and called the plumber herself.
The day after Pete the Plumber fixed the faucet, I went to use the sink and discovered that Pete had reversed the threads on one of the handles which meant that when I needed water, I
had to remember to turn my hand in the pposite direction than I was used to.
I wasn’t happy!