(this post could also have been called “An Embarrassing Post of How Little I Know”)
Call #1
Me: “Dad, I’m going to break in my compressor tonight.”
Dad: “Make sure you follow the instructions.”
Call #2 (30 minutes later)
Me: “The compressor is broken in and I got the air hose attached to it but I can’t figure out how to attach it to the nail gu-never mind, I just got it!”
Dad: “Call me if you have any other problems.”
Call #3 (probably less than 30 minutes later)
Me: “It’s not working!”
Dad: “Is the tank full?”
Me: “No.”
Dad: “Fill the tank and it should work.”
Call #4
Me: “The tank is full but nothing is happening! I can’t get the output pressure to go above 0!”
Dad: “There should be a knob you turn to increase the pressure.”
Me: “I see that and I’ve tried turning it but it doesn’t turn very easily.”
Dad: “Force it.”
Me: “But there are warnings on every page of these manuals that the whole thing could explode!”
Dad: “It’s not going to blow up, just turn it.”
Me: “Okay. Okay, it worked.”
Dad: “Call me back and let me know what happens.”
Call #5
Me: “It worked!”
Dad: “Good!” (I think part of this was pride that I {kind of, a little} got this done by myself and part relief that he could watch TV without being interrupted every 30 minutes.)
-A
I still plan to post about this project tonight but it may be late. Unless everything goes as planned, which has never happened in this house.
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