Thank you crackheads!
I had grandiose plans of brewing beer tonight. I recovered my brew kettle, with its new valve, and thought it would be a great end to the day. Unfortunately, the idea of using the stainless steel braid for a sink supply line as the strainer did not quite turn out. I could not separate the rubber line from the braid and did not feel like getting online to figure out how everyone else has had done it. As a work around, I am going to construct a copper pick-up tube. The best way of filtering the wort, is by using a copper scrub pad to keep the hot break out of my wort chillier.
So, as I am at The Home Depot, I remember that I need a copper scrub pad. I asked the orange apron clad associate if he could direct me to the copper scrub aisle (Yes, you read that right...I asked for directions. That is probably only the third time this year, so you may want to make note of it.) Anyways, he kindly directed me towards the cleaner aisle and kept calling me sir...which usually makes me suspicious. Alas, I found the aisle, yet no scrubber.
I worked my way back up front where he asked if I was successful. He had not moved from his original spot because he had apparently been designated red flag safety warning guy. A fork lift was meandering near him and he had the OSHA duty of keeping stupid people from ducking underneath the four foot high orange fence, while a fork lift operated nearby.
Anyways, he next direct me to the plumbing section. I told him that I was looking for a scrubber used on pots...you know the same type of copper filter that crackheads use to filter the crack cocaine in their pipes. Suddenly, a look of quasi recognition. "That's pretty funny," he said. "The truth usually is," I responded. By the way, they did not have the scrubbers. Great.
So, I head over to Meijer. It took several passes until I found them. I figured that thanks to the crack heads, the scrubbers were locked up like home pregnancy test kits and Sudafed. Nope, the only reason I missed them was because they were almost all gone. I guess there is a lot of pot scrubbing going on.
So, as I am at The Home Depot, I remember that I need a copper scrub pad. I asked the orange apron clad associate if he could direct me to the copper scrub aisle (Yes, you read that right...I asked for directions. That is probably only the third time this year, so you may want to make note of it.) Anyways, he kindly directed me towards the cleaner aisle and kept calling me sir...which usually makes me suspicious. Alas, I found the aisle, yet no scrubber.
I worked my way back up front where he asked if I was successful. He had not moved from his original spot because he had apparently been designated red flag safety warning guy. A fork lift was meandering near him and he had the OSHA duty of keeping stupid people from ducking underneath the four foot high orange fence, while a fork lift operated nearby.
Anyways, he next direct me to the plumbing section. I told him that I was looking for a scrubber used on pots...you know the same type of copper filter that crackheads use to filter the crack cocaine in their pipes. Suddenly, a look of quasi recognition. "That's pretty funny," he said. "The truth usually is," I responded. By the way, they did not have the scrubbers. Great.
So, I head over to Meijer. It took several passes until I found them. I figured that thanks to the crack heads, the scrubbers were locked up like home pregnancy test kits and Sudafed. Nope, the only reason I missed them was because they were almost all gone. I guess there is a lot of pot scrubbing going on.
Mike Lang