It's like we've become dependent on a certain lifestyle and we work to maintain all the little things that support it. The technician finishes installing the new ice maker and I pay the bill while silently berating myself for not knowing how to have done the work myself. Not like I could. When I was growing up, a leaking toilet sent my Dad to the hardware store for a 49-cent part. Last week, when one of our toilets began mysteriously flushing itself at odd times, my husband spent the better part of the weekend at the home-improvement super store buying gadgets.
Different toilets require different parts.
Only someone who works on them would know which parts to get. Later I heard the crunching of newly formed ice cubes as they were dropped into the bin. I couldn't wait to make my first glass of ice water. A small price to pay for a modern convenience. In any case I think I'm going to start charging by the glass.