Here we were on a random Tuesday afternoon fixing our kitchen sink. The pitter of water hitting the metal  had finally gotten to us, so there me and my dad were half our bodies lost under the sink. My dad had said it was due to a valve or something not being tightened but I was skeptical about how much he actually knew. It was late when we emerged with blood shot eyes and grease on our hands. The next morning while in the kitchen I heard the pitter patter of the leak. Luckily today it's half a day.