Our kitchen faucet has been leaking annoyingly for months now. Today I tried replacing every single moving part, and the damn thing is still leaking. So I gave up and called a plumber, and they’ll be here this afternoon.
Like the whole toilet fiasco, I find this experience deeply depressing, out of all proportion to the level of drama and shame it warrants. I don’t understand why it even bothers me at all; perhaps it’s just that as an engineer, I feel like I ought to be able to fix mechanical objects myself.
I did fit a new shower head without incident.