| Oh lord, if I currently believed in a higher being right now, I wouldn't be talking to you. |
 Oh lord, if I currently believed in a higher being right now, I wouldn't be talking to you.
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Mar. 29th, 2009 @ 01:36 am 
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So (midwestern slang for "catch this bullshit if you can wrap your mind around it" ) So, I had a small leak emanating from a joint in the copper pipe that feeds our upstairs bathroom, which I've found out through deduction actually only feeds our toilet intake. By small leak, I mean less than a quarter-gallon a day. Like, drip [30 seconds] drip. Highly annoying that I had to take the ceiling drywall out, but otherwise nothing that a bucket couldn't handle till I got a round tuit.
So today I finally get up to the task and cut the pipe, only to find that the fittings I've purchased don't actually fit half inch outside diameter copper pipe that is actually five eights. I knew that, but everything I've read has confirmed that an eighth larger is par for the course. So it the don't fit and the hardware store is closed, and figuring that the valve is closed; I've got time on my side.
WRONG!
After telling people that the toilet and nothing else is out of order in the upstairs bathroom (nobody wants the unflushable turd!) and feeling safe in the knowledge, I laid myself down for a long spring's nap. Nope!
It turns out that despite the faucet and shower working, even with the valve shut, and I've tried with both valves shut, that it appears that (and correct me if I'm an idiot here, please!) waste (grey) water is coming fucking back down the supply line, because anyone standing beneath the pipe downstairs gets a nice shower when the water is turned on. WTF! That doesn't even make sense.
I'm absolutely livid. It's almost two in the morning and I feel like it's noon and I've had a half a pot of coffee. And here's why.
The people we bought the house from were nice people. My wife knew the family. And while we were aware that the domocile was purchased as flip home and that the couple was inexperienced at home repair (a bad combination to be sure) the house has been around for a hundred years, literally, and while it had issues nothing in the inspection nor numerous walkthroughs nor the legal paperwork pointed at ongoing problems or at least gross negligence. Permits were pulled and inspections were done, right?
Hence, when the wife and kids complained that the upstairs bathroom water tasted funky; we thought nothing of it. And now we know. Although it still makes no sense.
Perhaps I'm mistaken. Maybe there is some deeper plumbing mystery that I'm unaware of and maybe needs to be solved. Where is fucking Scooby Doo and Shaggy when I God Damned need them!
Huh! I don't know where to start. Do I call a plumber and then a lawyer or vice-versa. Should I patch the line for now or leave it be. These are the stupid issues that I'm left with and if comes down to a complete reboot with the plumbing situation; who pays for that shit? Me as the the home-owner or the shits who put it together wrong in the first place; knowing that a supply is not a drain. And why doesn't water shoot up my drain holes; is it some kind of super check-valve?
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| From: | ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) merle_ |
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March 29th, 2009 01:22 pm (UTC) |
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Synchronicity indeed. And a really good example of why I am willing to put up with apartment life rather than owning property. A house would be nice, and I lust after the idea of being able to cut out walls or run cables wherever, but most people I know who have bought houses have found "special" issues.
Not quite as special as yours, though. Eeew.
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