“Sweetie, the fan in our bathroom is awfully noisy. Could we get a new one?” My wife thought it was bumping, or knocking, or something like that.
“Uh, yeah, sure, whatever.” I jumped from my recliner cheering wildly for ‘my team’ which just scored a touchdown. “Whatever you would like, Sweetie.”#-o
We got to Lowe’s later that day and were exploring the offerings in the bathroom exhaust fan department. I found the ‘perfect’ fan–"Here’s one for $14 I said (at this time of year I like to keep the price down).
She complained that it wasn’t a good enough fan–it has 5.0 sones.
I said, “I think that the higher the sone, the better the fan, in ‘Sonesburg’”. She though one with only 1.0 sone would be better. Yeah, $86 better, I though to myself. “That poor little thing only has one ‘sone’. I’ll bet he was picked on by all the bigger-soned fans at Sonesburg P.S. 33 school playground.” She didn’t agree.-X
Returning home with the sone-deficient, high-dollar bathroom exhaust fan, I prepared to gather the necessary tools for the installation.
“Shouldn’t we call a professional for this job” she asked?
“Might I remind you that I *am *the professional–and have been for more than 50 years.”:—)
She sighed and said she didn’t want me to hurt my little self, and maybe I’m not what I used to be.:roll:
“I may be older than those young fellers today, but I can do anything they can–it just takes me longer.”:roll::roll::roll:
She furrowed her brow and stared at me for a full 30 seconds (which can seem an eternity), slowly shook her head and said, “No, it doesn’t.”:twisted:
It didn’t dawn on me what she had just said until much later that night. But by then it was too late–I was enjoying my second ‘post-operational’ cigaret.
I will call a professional in the morning–to fix the hole in the ceiling where my foot went through from the attic.
And to replace the bathroom window, broken when I almost fell out of the bathroom when the step ladder fell over.
And, oh, yeah…someone to install the damned fan.:D:D:D