Yesterday, at the end of the day, el sr J looked at the plumbing for the bathtub. He saw that it was done wrong for the faucet we had bought. He said something to Trini and Sergio. They said he had bought a sink faucet instead of a tub faucet. He said, "no." They said, "yes." I said, since the young'uns plus Arturo were waiting out by Trini's van, "let's wait for tomorrow and have a lucha libre." Ha ha's all round.
This morning, before Sergio, the plumber arrived, el sr J told Trini he had a tub faucet and it should be installed. Trini repeated that it was a sink faucet. El sr J showed him how to do it. Trini went and got the booklet that came with the faucet, looked at it, and said, "ok."
The problem was that it was a type of faucet they were unfamiliar with (or with which they were unfamiliar). Instead of being mounted on the wall, vertically, it was mounted on the tub surround, horizontally (which is the case with many Jacuzzis). Since sink faucets are typically mounted horizontally, through holes in the sink, they thought, and insisted, that's what it was. The supply lines had been installed in the wall. Too bad. Lots of hammering ensued as the lines were redirected. It took all day.
Faucet installed:
10 puntos for Pete with the dancing feet for his/her definition of a dressing room. I do not want one!
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