When the company that services my swimming hole changed the guy AND the day and time he comes to my house, I was super suspicious and posted about it. I even took stealth pictures of him and his truck before becoming at ease after interrogation and analysis concluded that both his story, background and personality checked out. I became slightly re-suspicious however, when I smashed my face against the floating chlorine dispenser he had put back into the water on his visit, causing prolonged bleeding of my gorgeous face and a Harry Potter scar. It seemed that the Pool Guy may have not have been a Bad Guy, but was still a mischief maker?
His name was Greg. And he is no longer alive.
I had asked a question about how the eff to hook up this seemingly impossible solar panel to heat my pool – something that has been a pain all year after I found out that it doesn’t just plug into my pool system – and he offered to help with the hunt for the right connectors and piping to finally end my suffering of entering water less than 90 degrees.
On his last visit he took off some of the caps from the panel to take to a pool supplies store for me and match exactly the tubey-whatevers that are needed to make this happen. I was happy. Until I didn’t hear back from him. Which was annoying because everyone who offers to help with this urgent, pressing and dire problem is confidant and eager and then quickly just gives up because its evidently super hard and impossible and lame.
To make matters worse, chicks were starting to complain about the filthy lies of my impending promise that they would no longer be freezing their tits off in my backyard oasis, so immediately I used that as an excuse to ask about the status of the parts-finding expedition and texted Greg. This was the reply…
Great. Now I’m NEVER going to get my pool heated…
Jerk of the year award, right? “Hey, could you show more attention to my petty non-problem?” – “Hello. Certainly but just give me a moment, as the person you are trying to contact has died and I am trying to both grieve and continue the family business side by side. I know the death of my father is a big inconvenience for the warmth of your water activity but kindly bear with me and we’ll take care of you soon”. Ug…
Jesse is a real nice kid just like his dad. Greg was a warm personality and friendly soul. According to his son: he wasn’t sick, had struggled with drugs and alcohol in his youth but was clean as an adult and just had an unexpected heart attack and left this world. Jesse was in my yard cleaning my pool telling me how his father died just days afterward. Strong work ethic on this family.
R.I.P. Pool Guy Greg
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