The Magic of Mr. Boo

Sometime in the early 90's

Back in the days, we thought that we were pretty cool as we had an 8 person hot tub. Mom had converted Dad's old workshop into an indoor hot tub room, which also doubled as a sauna seeing as it was located in this tiny room in the basement. We loved this hot tub except when it came to having to empty the thing. The jets were located about mid level, so when draining the hot tub, we would have to bail out about 60% of the tub via a bucket and then dump into a sink. This was a lot of water to bail out, but a small price to pay when it allowed us the luxury of warm relaxation and of course the coolness around your fellow friends.

Mr. Boo decided to take pitty on us one night, however obviously didn't realize that Mom had a night of rowdiness planned for the following night. My mom checked the chemicals in the hot tub at about 11:00 PM, just before heading to bed, to ensure that all was good for her party. At about 7:00 am the next morning, when she was getting ready for work, she thought that she heard some grinding. As she searched around for the noise, her hunt lead her to the hot tub room. The motor was making a loud over worked noise. Fearful that this meant that it was on the frizt and that the water was likely freezing cold, she lifted the lid to the hot tub only to discover that the hot tub was bone dry; water gone. Where did the water go, only Mr. Boo knows. But we can tell you that the hot tub couldn't have leaked as it would have flooded the basement and there was not enough time for it to dry out.