The end of my plumbing saga is both disheartening and instructive-- I called my buddy the plumber on Friday afternoon, and he had just gotten to the bar, so he made an emergency visit because I told him it wouldn't take long-- I just needed him to hook up this sink properly so it didn't leak and I had done the bulk of the work, but then when he took a look at it, he was like, "This is a mess, we've got to take this off the wall . . . how did you hook this to the wall?" and he undid my pathetic and sloppy wire job and then they disassembled the entire sink-- which was a pain in the ass-- and when I told him, "I had the instructions so I figured I'd give it a try" he said, "I wish you hadn't-- we'd be done by now if you didn't try" and then they did everything differently than the instructions-- because they're professionals-- and assembled the whol thing outside the bathroom, the siliconed the sink to the wall-- nobody told me I could do that-- and then they ran some hot water to expand the gaskets (one of which I put in backwards-- it happens, they said) and then they tightened things a bit more and then I gave them 200 bucks-- which probably would have been 100 bucks if I did nothing at all-- and we called it a day—but now I know with plumbing, I'm not even going to try . . . because even though I am an English teacher and I can read instructions in English, the instructions are bullshit and you need a plumber to do plumbing.
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