Taking advantage of having my parents over to watch the kids, I ventured outside for a bit of yard work. First thing first, however, I wanted to test a water hose I found in our shed. The one currently in use has a weird connector that won’t attach to nozzles or sprinklers, while the other was more compatible. If I didn’t have to buy a new, all the better.
With my mother watching from the other side of the glass screen door and my daughter under her foot, I gathered the hose and screwed it in the spout after quickly glancing it over. I also grabbed a spray nozzle that wouldn’t work on the other, but fit together seamlessly on this. Figuring the deal was done, I turned the lever to on and fixed my gaze on the end of the hose to make sure the water shot out as intended.
Only the water shot out everywhere except where it was intended. I was soaked.
Still, I wasn’t ready to give up. With my mom attempting to hide a chuckle and my daughter helpfully pointing out how wet I was, I went inside to grab the duct tape. Because duct tape fixes everything.
Everything except a water hose.
With a degree of hope, I bandaged the tubing as tightly as I could and turned the lever back on. Again, my gaze was fixed to the end of the hose as I waited for the water to shoot out. Which it did. For a split second, I achieved the pressurized spray I had saturated myself for. And then, the duct tape let loose in such a marvelous volume. My hair clung to my neck, water filled my shoes. I was drenched on top of soaked.
“Nope, not gonna work”, I managed to utter in a deadpan to my mother, who was laughing to the point of tears, as I sloshed my way toward a towel. And while drying off, I cursed those hose. They really are nothing but trouble.