If the water for your home is provided by the city, you are fortunate. I have a private well for my water supply. Sounds good, right? Maybe not so much. First there are issues with the hardware for the well. There is a pump inside the well, a pump in the house, a bladder to hold water, water softeners, and other such devices to ensure that I have a water supply. The pump inside the well went out and had to be replaced. The pump inside the house went out and had to be replaced. The pressure system went out, and the 800 gallon bladder drained. Had to have a section of pipe removed and replaced with a special fitting to prevent the water from running out. This is in addition to continually adding water softener to the system. I had a toilet run over night and used up most of the water from the bladder. I figured that the pump in my crawl space had to be primed (this involves me getting down into the crawl space, taking a bolt out of the pump, and pouring water into it to get things going). This is where things took a comedic turn of events. I came home from work during my lunch yesterday to try and fix this issue. Im almost home and called my wife to see if we had any water. No such luck. I had to drive over to the quickie mart to get a few bottles of water. I got home and grabbed a wrench. I climbed into the crawl space. I had to maneuver over duct work and under beams to get to the pump. Thank fully I had the one light bulb down there to light my way. I undid the bolt to prime the pump. The next thing I know, the bolt went flying off as Old Faithful made a guest appearance right in front of me. I put my thumb over the hole to stop the water flow. My wife called down to me and asked, Was that a good sound? Covered in cold water and sitting in a pool of cold water I just said NO! She came down to see if she could help. Since we were both down there, Little Dude wanted to join us. So he came in as well. I told my wife to get a flash light to try and help find the bolt. My thumb got tired, so I switched thumbs. This scared the shit out of Little Dude. He screamed and ran away (hes short enough that he can stand upright in the crawl space). My wife came down with a flash light that had dead batteries. She went back up to change the battery. Now picture a half hour of her trying to find a small bolt and me trying to hold back the flow of water, alternating thumbs as they got tired, and more and more water shooting up out of this tiny hole less than a half inch in diameter. I told my wife to go up and call someone to come out and take a look at it. Another half hour of me holding my thumb over this hole. Soaked to the bone with water. I finally looked over to my left and saw a valve I could turn. I shut off the water and was able to come up. I changed into a dry uniform and looked at my finances. I was in a big fear that this would be an expensive repair job. I waited as long as I could and went back to work. My wife sent me a text to inform me that the well guy was there. About an hour later, he couldnt figure out what was wrong with the system. He did find the bolt, under the pump. The guy charged $95 for a call out. We said screw it, and got a hotel room for the night. Now I get to try and see what other damage I can do.