Imagine a photo here of water squirting out of one end of a bathtub and shooting, fire hydrant strength, the opposite wall with a force that would power scrub rust off a bumper.
We awoke yesterday to the sound of water running in a steady stream out of the bathtub faucet. The faucet was turned off, but the water still ran.
So, naturally I decided in Super Mom fashion that it would be no problem to fix. With a screw driver, a pair of pliers, and a smidge TOO much confidence, I set to work.
The one tool I forgot was any knowledge whatsoever of plumbling, and that became crystal clear when I loosened the last screw and the entire faucet flew off the wall similar to the way a cannon ball suddenly exits its dark, quiet tunnel of steel.
It was then that I noticed the water was piping hot and the entire bathroom began to fog over.
Do these things happen to ordinary people? It seems to me I only see this sort of thing happen to Balki and Cousin Larry or on reruns of Laverne and Shirley.
Or in Smockityville.
At this point I concluded that calling a plumber would be the wisest course of action.
So of course, I dialed my husband at work and said something along the lines of, “Water! Lots of WATER! Shooting out of the wall!” He had a hard time understanding me because a) the WATER! was noisy and b) I may have been hysterical.
He quickly called for a plumber and a little while later and very many gallons of hot water down the drain, our problem was remedied.
The moral of this little tale is sometimes a professional is required to do the job. You’ll recognize these times by the fogged up bathroom, the hot water shooting out of the wall, and the frantic phone calls.