GrillMaster
04-21-2008, 11:16 PM
Saturday morning I had a few minutes to kill so I ran home while the crew was doing a lawn install and did the WC thing. I started filling up the 45G brute with water which usually takes about 15 minutes.
The phone rings, which it has been doing relentlessly since running the monthly ad in the local paper. I run downstairs an answer it, get all the potential customers info, then hang up. The phone rings again. I answer it an write all the next potential customers info down then run out the door to get the top soil the crew needs to finish the job. Now all loaded up with top soil and driving to the job site I get a call from my landlord. "Mark....Your next door neighbor just called and said you have water running out the front of your house. I am on my way over there" :shocked: :shocked: :shocked: :shocked: All I said was "OHHH CRAP" Well it wasn't that nice, and hung up.
I realized at that moment that I had made a very serious mistake!! That feeling, at that very moment, was gut wrenching!! I knew exactly what was happening at that moment. The only thing I could do was drive as fast as I could to the house an stop the water flow. Drivin a 1 ton dump full of top soil doesn't stop real easy!! I did manage to make it home without hitting anything though!! I could smell the brakes as I ran up the drive to turn the water off.
The neighbor had already went into the house an turned off the water before I had got there (Thank God). I ran into the house an water was dripping from everywhere. The 45G brut was upstairs and had been over flowing for about 1 1/2 hours. It was dripping out from the front of the house, through the ceiling into the living room, down the walls, and there was an inch of water upstairs. You ever have one of those moments when you felt completely helpless, and had no idea what to do?
My son was playing golf with his friends, my wife had left Friday morning with a couple of her freinds for a weekend getaway with her freinds in-laws.
I run upstairs an start draining the barrel and the tanks cause all I can picture is the tanks falling thru the wet ceiling. Then I just sat on the front porch and contemplated where we were going to stay while the house was being gutted. Called the landlord (him an I have been friends for years) no answer. What was keeping him so long? Its been 20 minutes, he should have been here already!!! Called my wife. I didn't want to but I did. No answer!!! I left an emergency message on her voicemail. I called my son and explained the situation. He says "Well were on the 12th hole, I will be home in a little while." I called my landlord again, still no answer...Damn its been 30 minutes he should have been here already!!!
So I just sit on the front porch and ponder...What am I gonna do now? I gave Al (brewmaster15) a call and asked him if he would come and take the Alenquers back which he graciously did tonight just after driving back fron NC from vacation yesterday!! Thank you very much my friend!!
That car accident I had a couple months ago didn't have half the impact on me that this episode did!!! This I have to be honest...Devistated me!! I was close to bringing Al all my fish, tanks, everything myself and packing it in! Throwing in the towel!!!
We have since ripped up the carpets, dried everything out for the most part and have started laying down new padding. Pretty much putting everything back together.
The landlord took it like a champ, but expressed his concerns with setting the tanks up again!! My son said if I set them back up upstairs he had a spare bottle of anti-freeze that would probably find its way into the tanks! (If you knew my son, and what we did to his room, you would understand) My wife...Well she is just an awsome woman and just said "I had a feeling something like this would happen", and left it at that.
So I have a 125G tank downstairs with 8 awsome WG's from Al, and lets just say we will leave it at that till this winter!! :)
tc
Mark
The phone rings, which it has been doing relentlessly since running the monthly ad in the local paper. I run downstairs an answer it, get all the potential customers info, then hang up. The phone rings again. I answer it an write all the next potential customers info down then run out the door to get the top soil the crew needs to finish the job. Now all loaded up with top soil and driving to the job site I get a call from my landlord. "Mark....Your next door neighbor just called and said you have water running out the front of your house. I am on my way over there" :shocked: :shocked: :shocked: :shocked: All I said was "OHHH CRAP" Well it wasn't that nice, and hung up.
I realized at that moment that I had made a very serious mistake!! That feeling, at that very moment, was gut wrenching!! I knew exactly what was happening at that moment. The only thing I could do was drive as fast as I could to the house an stop the water flow. Drivin a 1 ton dump full of top soil doesn't stop real easy!! I did manage to make it home without hitting anything though!! I could smell the brakes as I ran up the drive to turn the water off.
The neighbor had already went into the house an turned off the water before I had got there (Thank God). I ran into the house an water was dripping from everywhere. The 45G brut was upstairs and had been over flowing for about 1 1/2 hours. It was dripping out from the front of the house, through the ceiling into the living room, down the walls, and there was an inch of water upstairs. You ever have one of those moments when you felt completely helpless, and had no idea what to do?
My son was playing golf with his friends, my wife had left Friday morning with a couple of her freinds for a weekend getaway with her freinds in-laws.
I run upstairs an start draining the barrel and the tanks cause all I can picture is the tanks falling thru the wet ceiling. Then I just sat on the front porch and contemplated where we were going to stay while the house was being gutted. Called the landlord (him an I have been friends for years) no answer. What was keeping him so long? Its been 20 minutes, he should have been here already!!! Called my wife. I didn't want to but I did. No answer!!! I left an emergency message on her voicemail. I called my son and explained the situation. He says "Well were on the 12th hole, I will be home in a little while." I called my landlord again, still no answer...Damn its been 30 minutes he should have been here already!!!
So I just sit on the front porch and ponder...What am I gonna do now? I gave Al (brewmaster15) a call and asked him if he would come and take the Alenquers back which he graciously did tonight just after driving back fron NC from vacation yesterday!! Thank you very much my friend!!
That car accident I had a couple months ago didn't have half the impact on me that this episode did!!! This I have to be honest...Devistated me!! I was close to bringing Al all my fish, tanks, everything myself and packing it in! Throwing in the towel!!!
We have since ripped up the carpets, dried everything out for the most part and have started laying down new padding. Pretty much putting everything back together.
The landlord took it like a champ, but expressed his concerns with setting the tanks up again!! My son said if I set them back up upstairs he had a spare bottle of anti-freeze that would probably find its way into the tanks! (If you knew my son, and what we did to his room, you would understand) My wife...Well she is just an awsome woman and just said "I had a feeling something like this would happen", and left it at that.
So I have a 125G tank downstairs with 8 awsome WG's from Al, and lets just say we will leave it at that till this winter!! :)
tc
Mark