It started with the water dispenser. I thought I would be fine just changing out the filter and with that making the water taste right. Not so much. Whatever bacteria made its way into the line is still there and still pumping nastiness into my water and into my life. So, I am killing the world buying 32 water bottles for every weekend day, because I have three boys who drink water like it is the first time they’ve discovered the pleasure of cold liquid. This is not sustainable. So, tomorrow I am calling the shop to see if I can get somebody out here to fix this dang thing.
Oh, I tried to do it myself. I consider myself a smart guy and the level of work and complexity of just cleaning the line was too much for me. I’m going to shell out the non-existent cash to attempt to fix the problem. Do I feel bad about it? Not entirely. At this point it is a matter of deciding what problems I can deal with and what problems I need to shove off to other people. This is one of those home problems I can have someone else deal with.
I have enough on my plate as it is.