Over the holidays, irrespective of the capitalist and religious inanity that accompanies said time of year, I received my new seating and chair. And, aside from a much more prolonged “adjustment” period than even I was expecting, it is much better than my previous one, thanks.
The only reason I bring this up is on Saturday I, not only accidentally damaged the “flange” (the bit of pipe, in the floor, a toilet sits atop, I assume), but I managed to absolutely smash it. Like I said, I’m still adjusting to this chairs “mannerisms,” Â and it got away from me. What can I say? Shit happens. No-one knows that better than I.
So, just yesterday, I finally arranged for a plumber to fix the result of my “rampage.” And who should show up to do the job? The most infamous character the town I grew up in has ever, in my opinion, produced…