passing a string where the function wanted an integer the whole time" that is literally my biggest fear when I code. I've done that exact same thing so many times and just assumed my logic was broken or something. It's wild how the brain skips over the actual clue and goes straight to panic mode. I remember one time I spent like 3 hours adding print statements everywhere before I realized I was comparing a number to a string. The funny part is the error message literally said it, I just didn't slow down enough to read past the first line. Now I force myself to read the whole traceback out loud, even if I feel dumb doing it. It honestly feels like a superpower compared to how I used to code.

Bottom watering works fine until you forget the tray for one hot day, then the roots sit in stale water and you get fungus gnats everywhere. Splitting usually means inconsistent watering, not the direction it comes from.

Ha, you've got more faith in that inner tube than I do. Just a heads up, bike tubes aren't rated for food contact, and at 200 degrees they can break down faster than you think, even if it seems fine now. I'd treat it as a temporary fix, not a long term solution, and keep an eye on it for any soft spots or smell.

Forgot how much I used to defend following detour signs no matter what, but last month one sent me onto a cracked asphalt stretch that nearly threw me off my bike. Ever since then I've been way more willing to break the rules if the official route feels more dangerous. That sidewalk call you made was probably the smartest move even if it's illegal, because a ticket is way less scary than getting clipped by a bus. I also think those utility crews have zero clue how their closures mess with cyclists, they just see a street and not the people trying to survive on it. Did you report that detour to the city or just let it slide?

Tbh I once spent 45 minutes diagnosing a dryer that just had a lint trap so packed it looked like a sweater. Charged the customer for the visit and felt bad about it until I found the same clog in their vent three weeks later. You gotta eat the second trip on this one, but maybe joke about the plumber's "mystery pipe" when you hand over the bill. Keeps the mood light and reminds them why they called you in the first place.