Well, since Cathy invited me here, it seems only appropriate that my first post should be a variation on her algorithm... If you haven't already read it, you really should read it first.
http://whatbox.livejournal.com/2006/12/05/ Our algorithm is different, and may be more destructive. It begins the same way... something needs fixing, and I inquire, politely, once, twice, a dozen times, over weeks and months. Each time it is, of course, a total surprise to my engineer. Sometimes, he has no idea it needed attention at all; other times, he didn't know it was important to me, or needed his attention. Again. But I persist, quietly; nagging will not help.
But he has no time. He's busy, busy, every hour, of every day. And if he's not, he's watching TV. Which is also called busy. He must watch every day, before bed. Luckily, he goes to bed every day, and before bed is any time after waking up.
Eventually I tire of the game. Perhaps the water is now *streaming* in through the wall over the front door, instead of just dripping. Perhaps the transmission is now slipping at every intersection, no longer just my suspicion, a feeling, a recollection of long past events, as he assumes, but now a serious road hazard. I take your foot off the brakes after stopping, with no traffic to be seen anywhere in front of me, and the guy behind me honestly expects my car to GO! (And I won't even mention the last time we had this problem, when he was driving, and the transmission slipped SO badly that the van left us in the middle of traffic, on the way to vacation!! But I promised I wouldn't mention it. And besides, this is the car, not the van, so past experience doesn't count.)
If I can, I do it myself.
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