When I was in college I worked in a dorm as an assistant manager. The first thing you learn when working with hundreds of teens living under one roof is how to repair toilets. So when our toilet broke the other day, I diagnosed the problem, turned off the water and went to the hardware store.
Other than an extremely overtightened bolt that I needed help with, the toilet repair would have been completed and back in operation within hours.
Now, I wish I was one of those bloggers who could make a funny story out of this and make everyone laugh at my plumbing follies. But I have a husband with two huge tool chests full of tools and very strong muscles who made one attempt to loosen the bolt after making me wait overnight until he was in the proper frame of mind to attend to "my mess."
He said he didn't have a tool that fit.
He doesn't do plumbing. He is hostile about plumbing. He wants me to call the landlord.
So the landlords, very nice Chinese engineers (both of them) came over. He got the bolt off right away and then we negotiated the new parts into place.
So my mad plumbing skills were admired by the landlord and maybe a little bit by my husband who doesn't do plumbing but is great with electrical work.