Not to brag, but we’ve got one of those kitchen taps where you can pull the end of it and it extends out like a hose. It’s pretty good.
Recently the hose bit stopped going back in to the tap nicely, and that was because a little rubber ring that made it seal snugly in place had broken.
I did some searching online. No combination of words referring to a “washer” would produce results, nor did my searches for any kind of “grommet”. No, it turns out this wasn’t rubber or even silicone, nor was it a washer, grommet, seal or band. The thing I needed was a nitrile O-ring.
Amazon sell them for a couple of quid, so I placed my order. Here is the thing I needed. I fitted it to the tap and the tap works nicely again now.
The only issue is that Amazon won’t sell you one of them. It will only sell you a pack of 50. So I now have another 49 going spare. Assuming these things fail at the same rate as the original, this will keep my tap in full working order through to December 2175.
As a result I feel safe in letting go of a few spares if it will help my fellow man. They have an external diameter of 20mm, an internal diameter of 16mm and the band is 2mm thick with a circular cross section. Let me know if you’d like one.
11 comments on “Jolly good: free rubber rings for all”
Do they have any other uses whether practical or impractical? Can I use it to create a tourniquet to stop my thumb from bleeding to death?
Their uses are myriad. MYRIAD. I would definitely keep some on hand in case of bleeding to death from the thumb.
That word is in capitals so it MUST be important and true. Ack, my birthday isn’t for another eleven months and I have no legit reason to acquire them from you.
I’d like 5 please. I cant remeber why but I definitely needed a few a while back, and didn’t buy them. Probably as I didn’t need 50 off them. Cheers!
Five it is.
Ian, it doesn’t have to be your birthday. You can have things at other times of the year.
Can I have your lunch tomorrow then?
Since your comment was posted on the 11th, I ate my lunch on the 12th without knowing you wanted it. It was a jacket potato.
That’s not good enough. I’d like your lunch on Thursday 22 January.
There. I phoned that order in early. Get cracking.
I don’t want Kev’s lunch.
Oh, bad luck, I was on nights on the 22nd so I was asleep at lunchtime. Therefore my lunch didn’t exist, and we have the philisophical question of whether you didn’t have it because it wasn’t there, or whether you effectively did have it because it was nothing and you had nothing. I’ll leave that with you.
Ah. Oh. How profound.
How profoundly LAME AN EXCUSE FOR NOT GIVING ME YOUR GOD DAMN LUNCH!