Now that we own a house, my husband is thrilled to put his Mr. Fixit skills to good use. Only problem is, the house was built in 2005. There's not much breaking down at this point. So, instead of falling into a pit of despair, Mr. Fixit decided to take something apart in the shower to ENSURE it wasn't broken in order to feed his need. In the process he dropped an integral piece of the hot/cold shower knobs down the drain. What followed was a barrage of "Damnit", "Where is the yarn?", "Hold this", and "Move, Charlie." He made a desperate attempt at a rescue effort. Needless to say I showered upstairs.
He never did save that poor little hard-working screw. It was gone forever to the Mr. Fixit cemetery in the sky.