So,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, put the pickup outside the front gate before K'kins went to work (had to move her car out too). Charlie doesn't accept "NO" when it comes to going with me.....have to get the truck outside the perimeter so he can't get to it.
Anyways........................ Off to Tulsa. I hate driving anymore, and especially hate going to the city.
Get to the hose shop.........amble on in............ "I'm here to get hosed". The dood didn't even chuckle (K'kins,, when I called her later, opined that he probably hears that 20 times a week)
Dood takes a look at the hose, and delivers the Wrath of God. I HAVE TO HAVE A COMPRESSION FITTING. I was despondent. He laid hands upon me, and explained that they do a lot of Aerospace stuff.........and it's all spec'd for compression fittings. I was mollified, but still somewhat unsure. It's hard to break a lifetime bias. I put my head on the counter, and sniveled, while he made up the hose.
I did quit dropping snot all over the counter when I got the bill............................................
SO!................................ Mr Lund, and the Oliver Kid.........................I stand corrected. I was wrong, and y'all we're right. Zee case is solv-ed.
Although...................I have this perverse desire that the thing leaks like a sieve
THANKS GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!