The damn fridge died two nights ago.
The rental management outfit was actually pretty much on the ball for once but of course it had to turn into a shit show.
Apparently the new one that is coming doesn’t have an ice maker function so they sent someone out to disconnect the waterline behind the fridge because Lowes doesn’t do that. They are bringing the new fridge and hauling off the old one.
I was informed of all this Via Email after I got to work last night.
The guy they sent out to disconnect the waterline?
My favorite Inspector dude who I have been butting heads with since we moved in here five years ago.
I was sorely tempted to just reply that I would do it myself but fuck that, let them be responsible in case something happens.
So he gets here, we are at least pleasant to each other.
I told him that I could have done this but I kinda got late notice. He said he was wondering why I didn’t also because as he says, “You have more tools than I do”.
So He starts in, I wind up getting a screw gun out for him to take the filter head off the wall but then he wants to cap the valve at the wall.
It’s a 1/4 compression fitting.
I went out in the garage to see if I had one and pretty soon there he is.
That garage is a disaster too.
I came up with something but he didn’t like it so he had to run up and buy one.
Since that quickly turned into a little shit show I’m glad now that I just let him do it.
I didn’t even bother saying anything when he put Teflon tape on the threads of a compression fitting….
Not my circus.
On his way to the car he asked me about the gate that the post had rotted off of last Winter.
I told him that was my next project, that I spent all weekend last week doing lawn work. He was surprised that the owner hadn’t authorized someone to come do it.
I said whatever, I’ll take care of it.
I think he could be a decent guy, we probably got off on the wrong foot.
My gut says don’t trust him though.
I’m going with that.
So now we wait for the new fridge and the next round of entertainment.