« on: April 13, 2014, 06:35:34 PM »
I actually have a funny story that happened earlier today but it isn't really a disaster...
I offered to go out to the grocery store to grab my family some donuts, juice, etc. and I thought I would stop at the brewery on the way, crash cool a fermenter, grab the breakfast and nobody would be the wiser. My 2.5 year old son heard I was going to the store and he insisted on going with. No problem I thought, my son loves stopping at the brewery and goofing around. So we stop in, the tanks all look good, I change the thermostat to crash the one that I need to do stuff with later, and I happen to look on the floor and notice one of our cask conditioned ales is leaking on to the floor from the shive. My son is running around the brewery at this point, every now and then I have to remind him not to play with valves that control hundreds of gallons of beer, after looking at the cask for a few minutes I decide that I won't be able to pound the shive back in and get it to stop leaking, so I will need to vent the cask, remove the shive, re-prime it, and reshive it. So I drag the cask over to the trench drain, and this gets my son's attention. He is watching carefully as I grab the wooden mallet and pound a soft-peg into the shive, BANG, as soon as I break the seal on the shive, beer is spraying everywhere, my son is freaking out, running as far away as he can, I am being sprayed with beer… I am laughing as I get the peg in place and stop the beer fountain. I spray everything down at the brewery, grab my son, and we head to the grocery store.
For the entire trip to the store and the way home, my son kept saying, "I am sorry, that was my fault" and I had to work really hard to convince him that he had nothing to do with my over-primed cask.