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Saturday, June 7, 2014
The small hardware store
Just about every year my daughter in Massachusetts and I end up doing a little construction project together. One year it was a new basement door. Another year we remodeled her bathroom. They are fun little projects.
The worse part is dealing with the big box all-in-one builder's outlet with the big orange signs that will remain nameless. If I'm lucky I can find all the stuff I need myself. If terribly unlucky, I have to ask for assistance.
It was during the bathroom remodel. I needed to get connectors to go from the old style plumbing to match up with the new stuff. I even had a fair idea where they were located in the store. Unfortunately I could not find the parts I needed and was forced to ask for help.
The first guy could not help me. Neither could the second, or the third. Eventually they noticed that something else had been stocked in place of the part I needed. At that point they forgot all about me. Things devolved into a rotating blame game on who was responsible for parts stocked in the wrong place. They had even lost track of the fact that didn't have the part I needed.
In the end I gently eased them aside and rummaged though the parts until I found a work around. When I left they were still arguing.
My local hardware store spoiled me. My house looks like a display model for the history of plumbing. It's had a lot of changes over the years. Plumbing materials and fittings come in and out of fashion. One time I came in with two odd, uncommon plumbing connectors.
“Find me the parts I need to get from this one to that one, with as few adapters as possible.”
First the guy found two parts that would do the job. He wasn't satisfied and dug around until he found a really odd ball connector that could do it alone. It saved a few dollars and would be quicker to install. Smart clerks, imagine that.
I live in an area of NH known as the Great North Woods. I'm in my dome-i-cile out in the county with my lovely wife and a varying number of family and friends
-part red neck, part hippie but all country. Experimenting and enjoying the adventure of life.