We lost hot water this past weekend. It just stopped, which is not such a bad thing during the hot season, but still a pain in the butt. Toby sent me to WF to purchase a new tankless hot water heater on Monday. I did that and had lunch with the Moms. The Lowe's people pissed me off, but I managed to hold my temper and gett'er done. The water heater that I wanted was, of course, stored in the rafters of the building. I found a lazy employee to go and find another employee to get the water heater down for me. When I pointed to the box that I needed, the employee who drove the forklift said, "Well, that is a liquid propane heater. Is that what you need?" I replied, "Well, I need a propane water heater." Then he did a stupid man thang. He smirked and said, "Well, propane IS liquid." Then he looked at the lazy employee (who was still hanging around) and they snickered - as if I were a stupid woman. My eyes narrowed. Ya know, sometimes I am stupid, but I am not THAT stupid, and I'd rather not be treated as such. I know more about construction and such than your average Joe, but I don't know it all. I do know that you should treat customers with respect and common courtesy rather than smirking and snickering like school boys on the playground. At that moment, I was an angry woman trying to keep her temper in check and her smart mouth under control. I managed and got my water heater and left.
As it turns out, it was not the water heater after all. It was the pipes coming in and out of the water heater that were clogged with hard water deposits, which is not unusual in these parts of OK. Tankless water heaters work off water pressure. When the water does not flow well, the water does not heat. Toby gott'er fixed Monday night, and we all took a hot shower that would peel your skin off. We will work on that next. Tuesday, I took the water heater back to Lowe's without further incident, saw Mom again, and did a bit of shopping with Jes.
To make myself feel better, I'll tell you that the man who installed our AC/heater unit said I was "as handy as a back pocket." He is an older man who sits and points and tells you what to do to install the unit. He would tell me what he needed out of his truck and I would go find it for him. He was truly impressed with my knowledge of tools. He was also impressed with my peach pie and said that if I were to start selling pies, I'd be too busy to ever do anything else.
On another note: Toby let the chickens out of their pen recently. They are free birds, and they love it. But we really need to contain them, because they could get eaten by varmints if they get too far from the house. When they are close to the house, they are a problem too. Last night at supper Toby said he was tired of them crapping on his floor (garage). Jesse and I misunderstood Toby and thought he said, "rapping on his door." If you know how my mind works, you know what happened next. I launched in to Edgar Allen Poe mode - crap, crap, crapping on my chamber floor...Jesse added, "Never more!" Yeah, it went downhill at that point, but it was funny.