When it rains, it pours. After the pool debacles of earlier this year, and me ripping the water meter loose on Monday, I get up this morning to find that the shower valve in the master bath has gone the way of cheap plumbing fixtures. I can't even identify the damned thing, so I don't know what I'm looking for. I took good pictures and I'll head to Lowe's a bit later this afternoon to try and educate myself.
Thankfully, the shower in the guest bath still works. When I discover which valve I need for the master bath, I'll keep the packaging so that when the cartridge on the guest bathroom dies, I'll know what to look for. I'm sure that the contractor who built this house thirteen years ago put in the same shower valves. The one in the master is marked "Lowes" and that's where I'll start my search.
Just Dammit.
**Update** Well, that was a wasted trip. I went to Lowe's and tried to get some help. Showed the guy in the plumbing department the photos of the shower valve, and he asked "What am I looking at, a sparkplug?"
Okay, sparky, it's easy to see that you've never done any plumbing. I guess I'll go to a real plumbing-supply house tomorrow after work.
5 comments:
Such fun, and a comment on the quality of service in so called retail 'service'
That'll learn ya.
You go to Lowe's when you know what you're doing.
If I need help I usually find one of the ladies working the aisles. Theyjust seem to tryharder for whatever reason.
Amen Anonymous. There's an Alexandria Lowe's lady in windows and doors that knows her stuff backwards and forwards - and with a smile to boot.
I buy nothing from the big box hdwe. stores unless I KNOW what I'm getting except pipe, pipe fittings, and copper tube stuff. I know what that stuff is. If someone asks if I want help, I let them push the cart.
Gerry N.
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