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You get what you pay for

Yesterday afternoon I happened to be at Walmart (the lad bought himself a BB gun) and figured, while I was there, I’d buy a toilet paper dispenser. One of those thingies that screws into the wall so that the male and female household occupants can commence arguing over whether the TP should unroll over or under. In all the years that we’ve lived in this house, that’s one of the things I never got around to installing. TP on the back of the toilet works pretty well. But I thought it would be kind of nice to join the more civilized segments of society.

So I bought a nice looking white painted wooden dispenser. But it wasn’t very expensive, which should have tipped me off. Or just finding it at Walmart should have made me put it back on the shelf.

I read the directions and cut out the template, taking care to cut exactly on the lines. I placed the template into the upper left corner of the vanity where the top and side molding meet. I marked the spots for the screws, drilled the holes, and screwed in the screws. So far, so good. But when I tried to fit the left arm of the dispenser onto the screws and twist to lock, I discovered that the edge of the arm banged into the edge of the molding and couldn’t lock. I needed about another 1/8” of space to lock the screws. I scratched my head over that for a few seconds. When I put the outermost dispenser arm on the template, it fit just fine. But after I looked at the back of it, I realized the holes where the screws were supposed to fit had been milled 3/8” off center. Not that difficult to compensate for it, but it would have been nice to know (or anticipate) before I drilled the holes and screwed in the screws.

Nothing to do but remove the screws and re-do the template an inch or so over and tinker with the measurements a little bit. Now, I’ve installed many things requiring screws over the years and I’m pretty handy with my electric drill/screwdriver. So imagine my extreme frustration when the screw driver attachment completely and almost instantly stripped out the top of the screws. The only way to remove them was with pliers. Totally ruined screws. What the heck did they make them out of? The cheapest, softest metal they could get away with, evidently. And that probably would have been okay if I hadn’t had the other problem. These were obviously one use screws with no margin for error. With the manufacturer’s built in error, I didn’t stand a chance.

If not for the holes in the side of the vanity, I’d consider just plunking the roll of TP back on the top of the toilet and call it good enough. But the holes in the vanity would drive me nuts, so I suppose I’ll have to go to the hardware store and buy a very good quality TP dispenser to cover up the holes. I’d have saved myself a lot of aggravation if I’d bought a quality one in the first place.

I should have recognized an omen when I saw one. When I parked my car in the parking lot, the woman who pulled in the space in front of me had a load of stickers on her car. Front and center was “I’d rather be hunting with Dick Cheney than riding with Ted Kennedy.”

“Do we have any indelible Sharpies in the car?” I asked the lad.

Unfortunately we didn’t.

Posted on 04/20/06 at 06:17 AM
 




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