I have dummy questions about my sump pump...???

[DRU]

I moved into a new house not long ago (new build) and the builder mentioned I should get a battery backup for my sump pump.

When I look around at these backup systems, though, it seems they come with a battery and an additional sump pump, which confuses me. If I have a battery backup, wouldn't that power the original sump pump so it would work even if the house is without power? Why does there need to be a secondary pump?

Also, it seems that all of these systems are $500+ to have installed. For example, Home Depot has these WatchDog systems, or then I have people telling me they would install a Pro Series 1000 backup because "those watchdogs are crap".

Why can't I just use an APC battery backup like I would use on my office computer or my network equipment? Something like this: http://www.apc.com/shop/us/en/produc...S-750/P-BE750G

Seems that a sump pump would use hardly any power at all, so it should be able to run on something like that for quite some time should the power to the house go out..??

Any clarification on this would be greatly appreciated. Thanks!

[BWillie]

Originally Posted by Strongside

True story: One night when I was in high school I was over at my girlfriend (now wife) 's house. I had never stayed over before and she had some pretty strict guidelines for what time I had to be out of the house according to her parents. They lived out in the country about 20 minutes, and a very bad storm had rolled in and was supposed to continue throughout the night. My mom called my girlfriend's mom and asked that she keep me out there as she didn't want my 16 year-old ass driving home in a torrential downpour. She agreed. I was to sleep on the futon in the basement in the room next to my girlfriend's. At the time, and this was about 2001, Beanie Babies were all the rage, and her mom had tons of them. They were all over this room. I went to bed at about midnight (Of course I stayed there for all of 20 minutes before moving to her bed for some inappropriate behavior, but that's beside the point.) At about 2am I moved back to the futon, but the mattress was so thin that the metal underneath was digging into my sides, so I took the mattress off of the frame and moved to the floor. This is where shit got crazy. Before I went to sleep I kept hearing their sump pump kick on...that, and thunder. It was bad outside. At about 7am I woke up to an odd sensation of something wet on my fingers. My arm was hanging off of the bed, and I felt something wet on my hand. I will never, as long as I live, forget the confusion of waking up on a tie-died futon mattress and observing about 500 beanie babies floating around me in approximately 6" deep water. It was surreal. The power had gone out and the sump pump had failed. My mattress had somehow remained dry, but I legitimately thought that I was in a dream state, or hallucinating. The way the dolls looked floating all around me in this dark abyss was terrifying. I still have nightmares to this day and hate Beanie Babies.

The point I'm trying to make here is: Don't do that to some dude who is trying to bone your daughter. Fix your sump pump. That shit will stay with him for the rest of his life.

This is about the best post I've read on CP in 2016.

[Rooster]

Originally Posted by Strongside

True story: One night when I was in high school I was over at my girlfriend (now wife) 's house. I had never stayed over before and she had some pretty strict guidelines for what time I had to be out of the house according to her parents. They lived out in the country about 20 minutes, and a very bad storm had rolled in and was supposed to continue throughout the night. My mom called my girlfriend's mom and asked that she keep me out there as she didn't want my 16 year-old ass driving home in a torrential downpour. She agreed. I was to sleep on the futon in the basement in the room next to my girlfriend's. At the time, and this was about 2001, Beanie Babies were all the rage, and her mom had tons of them. They were all over this room. I went to bed at about midnight (Of course I stayed there for all of 20 minutes before moving to her bed for some inappropriate behavior, but that's beside the point.) At about 2am I moved back to the futon, but the mattress was so thin that the metal underneath was digging into my sides, so I took the mattress off of the frame and moved to the floor. This is where shit got crazy. Before I went to sleep I kept hearing their sump pump kick on...that, and thunder. It was bad outside. At about 7am I woke up to an odd sensation of something wet on my fingers. My arm was hanging off of the bed, and I felt something wet on my hand. I will never, as long as I live, forget the confusion of waking up on a tie-died futon mattress and observing about 500 beanie babies floating around me in approximately 6" deep water. It was surreal. The power had gone out and the sump pump had failed. My mattress had somehow remained dry, but I legitimately thought that I was in a dream state, or hallucinating. The way the dolls looked floating all around me in this dark abyss was terrifying. I still have nightmares to this day and hate Beanie Babies.

The point I'm trying to make here is: Don't do that to some dude who is trying to bone your daughter. Fix your sump pump. That shit will stay with him for the rest of his life.

Great story..

[kccrow]

Originally Posted by Strongside

True story: One night when I was in high school I was over at my girlfriend (now wife) 's house. I had never stayed over before and she had some pretty strict guidelines for what time I had to be out of the house according to her parents. They lived out in the country about 20 minutes, and a very bad storm had rolled in and was supposed to continue throughout the night. My mom called my girlfriend's mom and asked that she keep me out there as she didn't want my 16 year-old ass driving home in a torrential downpour. She agreed. I was to sleep on the futon in the basement in the room next to my girlfriend's. At the time, and this was about 2001, Beanie Babies were all the rage, and her mom had tons of them. They were all over this room. I went to bed at about midnight (Of course I stayed there for all of 20 minutes before moving to her bed for some inappropriate behavior, but that's beside the point.) At about 2am I moved back to the futon, but the mattress was so thin that the metal underneath was digging into my sides, so I took the mattress off of the frame and moved to the floor. This is where shit got crazy. Before I went to sleep I kept hearing their sump pump kick on...that, and thunder. It was bad outside. At about 7am I woke up to an odd sensation of something wet on my fingers. My arm was hanging off of the bed, and I felt something wet on my hand. I will never, as long as I live, forget the confusion of waking up on a tie-died futon mattress and observing about 500 beanie babies floating around me in approximately 6" deep water. It was surreal. The power had gone out and the sump pump had failed. My mattress had somehow remained dry, but I legitimately thought that I was in a dream state, or hallucinating. The way the dolls looked floating all around me in this dark abyss was terrifying. I still have nightmares to this day and hate Beanie Babies.

The point I'm trying to make here is: Don't do that to some dude who is trying to bone your daughter. Fix your sump pump. That shit will stay with him for the rest of his life.

that's amazing hahahaha

[TLO]

I also have a question. Who the **** decided sump pump was a good name? Sump pump might be the single dumbset name ever given to anything in the history of the world

[kccrow]

Originally Posted by Dr. Pepper

I also have a question. Who the **** decided sump pump was a good name? Sump pump might be the single dumbset name ever given to anything in the history of the world

May I suggest googling the definition of "sump?"