The crazy accidents

Cars of xxxx: Not too sure I would drive this truck wearing a green shirt!  Plubers ain't right!

For today Friday: 

Every lower grade sailor has what is designated as his ‘cleaning spaces.’ All areas of the ship are assigned to a seaman to clean and keep neat. As an old seaman, of 27 (don’t laugh Woody) I was assigned ‘The admiral’s passageway.’ It was normally an easy job because only a few people were allowed there. One day I almost messed my skivvies. I went to clean and there was a streak of paint from one end to the other, right down the middle. It was still wet. As I was figuring the best way to clean it, I was approached by one of the ‘Master at Arms’ Petty officer (Ships police force), Don’t worry about it mate.

Some poor kid had left the paint locker in the bow and walked the 900 feet of passage way with a 5 gallon can of white paint on his shoulder that had a leak. His side cleaning division was cleaning the mess. I breathed  sigh of relief.

So I remembered that incident vividly yesterday. I had agreed to try to repair a commode at the church. I picked up my plumbing gear; and walked out my new basement door, to the car. I loaded the kit and looked back to see a ragged line back into the basement, I followed it back into the basement and across 25 feet of carpet. I knew it, the smell was obvious.

The cap had come off my PVC cleaner, a nasty purple fluid; had leaked out. I Spent a half hour trying to neutralize the chemical, time will tell if I was successful, ;-O.  Yep, I remembered that poor seaman on the USS Independence. LOL, but thought, he had 900 feet of oil paint. OUCH.

Yesterday was a volunteer day. I did not get the commode repaired. It is one of the high pressure flushers, I was in the dark, and never got it fixed. I hate being whupped!

Then to friend Gisela’s house and the door, more luck, I should finish that today! It sure feels better to be in my area of expertise.

Be safe.

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