When I moved here in January, I bought a new showerhead for my shower. I had learned how easy they were to change out by watching my roommate do it in our last apartment, just screw the old one off, and put the new one on. Well, it’s that easy if you’re 6″ something and all muscle, which I definitively am not. I tried to budge it, but no luck. My one pair of pliers was too small, and I suspected all I needed was the right sized wrench, but I’d go to the hardware store and get intimidated by the giant wrenches and run away. Today I took myself in hand and walked into my lovely neighborhood hardware store and looked appropriately lost until the nice man behind the counter asked if he could help me, I described what I needed and he took me right to the pipe wrenches (imagine, wrenches just for pipes) where a lone little dainty one that was just my size sat on the bottom shelf. I scooped it up and with some trepidation took it home and fitted it to the joint where the shower head met the pipe. Two gentle turns made a mockery of all my frustration and swearing in January. In less than 30 seconds I had the old shower head off and the new, glorious, multispeed one in its place. Now why did that take me so long?