I went to the hardware store,
and the man behind the customer
service counter said I needed
a new flapper, sent me down
the appropriate aisle. I went home,
followed the surprisingly easy
INSTRUCTIONS, replaced the flapper myself.
Two days later, the toilet was still
occasionally running. Back
to the hardware store I went.
Another man behind the customer
service counter said I probably NEEDED
to replace the ball cock as well.
That was my line in the sand.
I told the man that the only way
these hands would be removing
a ball cock would be if I caught it
cheating on me.
He laughed as he wrote down
the number of a local plumber.
I thanked him, and walked
out the door.