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There’s a frost free hydrant in my barn and I discovered that if the hose isn’t disconnected water can remain in the head and allow damage from freezing. My head is cracked.
This thing is at least six years old and maybe as old as 20. I don’t know because it came with the barn. The only identification is the manufacturers name cast into the head. Searching the internet located the 50 year old company easily enough and they have an online catalog with what seems like over a thousand items. There were several hydrants listed and also a means for contacting my state’s distributor for their products. I sent an email to the distributor and they advised me that the closest retail outlet for their hydrants is about a three hour round trip for me. How this thing wound up in my barn is a mystery.
Without much hope for a positive outcome, I emailed the manufacturer with an explanation of my problem. Within hours there was a reply in my inbox inviting me to call the sales department at their home office on their 800 number. Expecting to learn that my hydrant was unidentifiable or obsolete with no parts availability, and the only way I could get it to work again would be by buying a new barn or something equally expensive, I called the number.
The phone rang a few times and I was not directed to push buttons or listen to advertising while on hold. A real live sounding woman named Donna asked how she could help. After answering two simple questions about the hydrant I had it was identified and availability of replacement parts confirmed. Name and address information provided and “We’ll ship it UPS tomorrow”. WAIT! I exclaimed you forgot my credit card info. “No, there will be a packing list enclosed, consider that an invoice and mail us a check, we use the honor system”.
I felt as though I had entered a time warp. My living color mental image of Donna and the office cubicle she was sitting in changed to a black and white movie with a metal desk covered with rolodexes and thick bound product catalogues weighing 5 pounds each.
This is the way I remember business being conducted. Just like the old days. I admit that there was a little mist in my eyes when I said goodbye to Donna.
This thing is at least six years old and maybe as old as 20. I don’t know because it came with the barn. The only identification is the manufacturers name cast into the head. Searching the internet located the 50 year old company easily enough and they have an online catalog with what seems like over a thousand items. There were several hydrants listed and also a means for contacting my state’s distributor for their products. I sent an email to the distributor and they advised me that the closest retail outlet for their hydrants is about a three hour round trip for me. How this thing wound up in my barn is a mystery.
Without much hope for a positive outcome, I emailed the manufacturer with an explanation of my problem. Within hours there was a reply in my inbox inviting me to call the sales department at their home office on their 800 number. Expecting to learn that my hydrant was unidentifiable or obsolete with no parts availability, and the only way I could get it to work again would be by buying a new barn or something equally expensive, I called the number.
The phone rang a few times and I was not directed to push buttons or listen to advertising while on hold. A real live sounding woman named Donna asked how she could help. After answering two simple questions about the hydrant I had it was identified and availability of replacement parts confirmed. Name and address information provided and “We’ll ship it UPS tomorrow”. WAIT! I exclaimed you forgot my credit card info. “No, there will be a packing list enclosed, consider that an invoice and mail us a check, we use the honor system”.
I felt as though I had entered a time warp. My living color mental image of Donna and the office cubicle she was sitting in changed to a black and white movie with a metal desk covered with rolodexes and thick bound product catalogues weighing 5 pounds each.
This is the way I remember business being conducted. Just like the old days. I admit that there was a little mist in my eyes when I said goodbye to Donna.