A couple of weeks ago,
Wait. You need more backstory.
At preschool, the children have to be under constant supervision. When it’s time for them to all take turns at the bathroom before naptime, one teacher stations him/herself down there, while I stay in the room and set out the cots. I have their names written on plastic tongue-depressor-type sticks so when they come back to the room to call the next child, I don’t have to rely on their goldfish-style memory.
“Who are you supposed to call?”
“Ummmmmm…..Alex?”
“You’re Alex. Who are you supposed to call?”
“……”
Anyway, I remind them not to poke people or scratch the walls with the sticks, but never in my life did I think I’d have to say, “And don’t stick it in the handle of the drinking fountain.”
A couple of weeks ago, Khloe stuck Ava’s name stick in the drinking fountain handle. I took my set of Harbor Freight giant tweezers and did my darnedest to get it out, but it was a no-go. Oh, well. The handle still functioned, so I left it in there.
While I was away on vacation, sure enough – the drinking fountain wouldn’t turn all the way off after people would get a drink. I arrived at work and it was all taped off.
*sigh* Untape.
Go underneath.
Take off the panel.
Here’s the inside of the drinking fountain. I thought I could remove the actual handle, but the handle and the interior bars were riveted together.
There was a little hole, though, so with some tweezer action from inside and outside, the stick was eventually freed.
And that’s a Tuesday at my job. By the way, that little hole on the underside of the fountain? A flat-headed screwdriver goes in there to adjust the height of the water. Ask how I know.