On Sunday morning, as I was hard at work with the Rock TV team shooting our new video, I got a call from my wife. She frantically told me that our basement was drenched, and water was pouring out of our water heater. Eventually she got the water shut off, but not before the basement was a total mess.
This was an absolute shock, considering the fact that the warranty on our water heater expired in 1982.
I had to stay and finish the shoot while Bridgette and our houseguests got out of the house. I told some of the people at the shoot what was going on, and Ted very graciously volunteered to come home with me and help out with whatever we needed to do.
And so this post is dedicated to Ted Wright – the man, the myth, the legend.
For over 7 hours on Sunday, Ted and I cleaned the basement, collected tools from various locales, purchased a new water heater, and got to work installing it. During this time, Ted was a beast of a man, using an oversized crescent wrench to blast away at the old plumbing, and blow-torching everything in sight (including a nasty white spider at one point). Many haggard grunts of manliness could be heard from our basement that night. Meanwhile, I spent my time ineffectually cleaning up water spills and eating crepes.
On Monday morning, Ted came back over to finish the job before he went to work. 90 minutes was all it took to finish installation and subdue me into his servitude for the remainder of my lifetime. When the procedure was complete, I genuflected in solemn reverence for Ted’s service to my home. I gently kissed his ring, and he kindly accepted my display of submission with a gracious wave of his hand.
Iâ€™m now obligated to wash the dishes at his house until 2015.