Several weeks ago our intercom went out. It was fairly new and should not have quit. Meanwhile I was annoyed because it makes it harder to get hold of John when I want him (always for good purposes, of course). I could have looked up the paperwork and contacted the dealer, but I had it mind to get him to do that. Meanwhile the sump pump went began to short out its circuit and desiring to check the circuit, John plugged it into another circuit and blew that. Definitely not the circuit. Bad pump--and it was only five years old. Now the electricity was off in the bathroom. That got our attention. He called the plumber and set about resetting circuits but could not find any that were tripped. "There's a box in the basement," I reminded him so he went to it and now there is electricity in the bathroom. This morning the intercom came on. "How did you fix it," I asked.
"Well," he said, "I walked by and saw that the clock was working so I turned it on."
I am so glad I did not get him to "fix" the intercom.
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