I’m not a big do-it-yourselfer kind of guy. Don’t get me wrong, I can put in a garbage disposal or plant a tree or finish a basement with the best of them. The problem is I don’t feel like spending my weekends on this crap.
But when the pool company (who will forever remain unnamed) said it would cost me $600 to repalce the motor on my pool pump after only five years of use, I said screw that and decided to get my hands dirty.
Twenty minutes and one scraped knuckle later, I had the offender tucked in behind the driver’s seat and was on my way to the other pool store. The nice kid behind the counter bench-tested the motor and told me it was fine, that the problem was that little round black whatsit on the right.
We had to special order the part, but it took only two days for it to arrive via Fedex and I had everything back together in time for the weekend. The little black whatsit only cost thirteen bucks. So I turned on the spa, cracked open a beer, and said f&$! you Patio Pool. I just saved $587!
And the best part of all was this: The Nordic Warrior Queen got a little frisky after seeing me with dirty hands. Who can figure women out?