OK. Just started the chlorine demand bucket test. Henceforth to be known to me as the Other Bucket Test. Those buckets are so useful. Much more useful than pool stores...
So the pool store/builder guy came over today at my request for service. Over the phone, I asked them to check/replace the drain valve for the heater which was leaking and unable to be closed due to corrosion. I also asked that they check the metal plumbing lines on the inlet and outlet side of said heater as I was able to easily removed the inlet side pipe with my bare hands and a little jiggle. I also said that the heater mechanism itself looked like **** and doubted that it would work. On the phone, they said it worked last year but they'd check it out.
They came out today as I posted earlier in the thread, before the time they said, and left before I arrived, precisely at the time they said they would be there. AKA no oversight and reinforcement of my request directly to the service person. They replaced the valve (whoopidy doo, give me $8 and a monkey and I can fix that) and a pressure regulator on the heater. Still not sure if the heater works because... on the bill they so graciously left on my door, there is no indication that they actually tested the heater.
But anyway, pump was running great this afternoon, I'm starting to get excited about SLAMing it this evening and after scrubbing the walls and floor of the pool. I take a well deserved break on the throne of my master bedroom.
Paper.
No kids.
For a few minutes...
then...
my wife interrupts the sanctity of the throne to tell me that water is gushing everywhere. "Where?" I say. "The pool!" she says. "At the pumping station? The returns? Where?" I say. "By the pipes and stuff!" she says. "OK, honey. There is a lightswitch above the pump. Flip that up! I know up is usually on, but the idiot who installed the switch was an idiot. Flip it up!" She races away.
A few seconds later after I finish *ahem* my business, I meet her in the hallway, the left half of her body soaked completely through... I quicken my pace and run to the pump. There in all it's glory the inlet line going into the heater has broken free from the heater, just enough to spray water in all directions, probably with the same ease with which I detached it earlier in the day. A 360 degree shower greeted me as I reached over the pumping station and flipped the switch up. Now my wife and I are both soaked from head to toe and my rage boils over into a giggle. The fitting I asked them to check... specifically. How hard is that? Nope, I'm not a customer. I'm a credit card number. Thank you, come again...
Anyway... a ranting phone message (they were closed) and a few beers later (as you can probably tell by the ranting post) and I'm fine and content with monitoring a bucket for the rest of the evening...