Originally Posted by
OCDshaver
I come by it through genetics. My father might have been worse than I. But I can honest admit it. He thought of himself as handy. But some of the worst memories of my childhood involved him fixing things. I remember one day in particular. A small leak from the kitchen sink. He got under there with the tools he had and disassembled everything. Then couldn’t get it back together. Then he sent my mother to the plumbing supply asking for the exact same parts. The only difference was that there was about 50-75 years between those dates. While she was gone, he stayed under the sink staring at the mess with a flashlight and smoking cigarettes like he worked for Phillip Morris. When the new parts didn’t fit, he resorted to tightening them down with such force that he bent them so out of shape that the inevitable plumber had to do major work to repair. It cost him twice as much and fifty years later I’m still talking about it.