So . . . this is probably the most unexpected, awesome thing. Dr. Frankenstein has arrived to fix my household appliances.
My friends Heather and Casey came to town to visit (yay!). Upon arriving, I informed Casey how upset I was that my very expensive, overly loved primo bar blender I got for Christmas 2 years ago has been dead, died, kaput. For a while now. Casey, being the guy that he is, asks if he can tinker with it. Sure, I say. Go nuts.
He informs me, after a brief inspection, that my blender has blown some fuse inside. He holds it up victoriously and I say disbelievingly, “That was the problem??”
So after dinner, Casey takes a trip out to Walmart to see if they have a fuse. He also picks up new vacuum cleaner belts that he happens to find there because I had been bitching how I couldn’t find any yesterday at Target. He officially rocks.
Upon his return the following happens.
Casey: Okay. They didn’t have the fuse but . . . they had a $5 surge protector. And some soldering material. And a lighter that might do the job. So, uh, I can try this and if I totally blow it up I swear I’ll buy you a new one. But it’s not currently working anyway, right?
Me: What are you asking me exactly?
C: Well, if this works, and it’s gonna work, you can use your blender. It might glow a really neat light when you use it. Are you okay with that?
After 10 minutes, of asking if it’s going to blow me up or catch my kitchen on fire if I try to use it once they leave, accusing him of being a fly-by-night weirdo who makes explosive devices in the kitchens of friends, I agree to let him do it. Heather assures me that after 2 years of living with him, she’s not been killed.
And he does the following (I had to quote him because I couldn’t possibly summarize this): “I sharded a surge protector, cut out the fuse, soldered it in where the blender fuse used to be, heat-shrinked it, and turned it on. And if the fuse blows out again, just open it up and flip the switch.”
Lo and behold, I have a blender again. I admit to being a little terrified of using it, but I’m gonna have the fire extinguisher handy. And it doesn’t glow, but I’m kind of okay with that. That might have made me even more nervous.
If he didn’t have such a good job already, I would tell him he has a prolific, if scary and weird, new career.