I'm Turning Into My Father

I have never claimed to be a perfectionist when it comes to anything besides maybe playing soccer, and then, i'm a perfectionist by will only, not by action.

My father is a perfectionist. Tonight is evidence he has rubbed off on me. I just got finished unclogging our kitchen sink, and as I was putting the pieces of pipe back together, I knew that the plumbing tape had probably worn out enough that a slight (and I mean very slight) drip might remain after a lot of water runs through the pipe. When we installed new bathroom faucets last year, this slight drip was enough to make my dad take the pipes apart again and redo the tape.

So thanks dad. Now tomorrow I need to go buy some more plumbing tape, and re-fit the pipes tomorrow night or Monday during the day.

Funny thing is, the drip would never bother me. My wife would only notice because i'd tell her and probably never besides that. But my dad has imparted himself upon me, so I'll actually fix it. I won't even let myself put things back under the sink right now.

Thanks Dad.