(Those of you reading “Shootings” will need to wait a little longer for the next chapter.)
My six year-old son brings a roll of toilet paper to me and it’s damp. All the way through.
My mind immediately traces that toilet paper back to its origin — under the guest bath sink. Fortunate to be seated on the world’s most renowned thinking chair, I Sherlock Holmes the case for about five seconds and realize that there must be a leak.
All because I just had to Tim Allen it and change out the faucet and drain plug assembly all by myself.
I lay a lot of the blame at my wife’s feet, of course, because she’s the one who proudly presented three brand new faucets to me. I have installed two of them, and now our double vanity is mismatched quite badly. Her side features the stock, chrome-colored plastic fixtures, while mine boldly states its presence with sophisticated metal that purports to be not black but looks a lot like it to me and the wife.
But back to the leak.
I pull everything from under the guest bath sink and find the source. It is a slow leak that eventually fixes itself because of the way the pipe from the basin extends down into a larger pipe. Water sits like a tiny moat around the top of that second pipe and overflows if it doesn’t have time to seep down slowly. Sadly, it also sits like a shallow puddle inside the cabinet.
I dash to my sink to see if it suffers the same problem. It does, but I find no sign of wetness below the drain. I deduce that because the guest bath sink doubles as our son’s and is in the restroom nearest our living room, it gets a lot more use than mine.
I believe either it’s a design flaw or the instructions assumed I knew a lot more than I did. Or that (gasp!) a plumber would be doing the job.
Oddly, the laminate directly under both drains shows wrinkles and bubbles, as if it’s been taking on a few drips here and there ever since we became the house’s first residents back in the summer of 2005. I’m leaning toward design flaw, or flawed original installation that I was doomed to repeat after my reverse engineering.
The good news is that the point of attachment between the new faucets and the water lines have no problems, so water only leaks after it goes down the sink.
Simple solution: look at the pretty fixtures, but don’t use them. Form over function.
I do not want to take apart the whole drain assembly again, but I know that is in my future. Along with a big roll of plumber’s tape. Maybe I’ll let the back of my pants ride down past the danger line this time.
Holding the light for Dad, just like I used to do it. (Click pic to enlarge)
*NOTE: I finished this up about a year later, and posted about it.