Do I Need Jeans That Hang Low in the Rear?

April 12, 2009

How do most people begin their Easter mornings?  I’m guessing Church, maybe a family breakfast, perhaps an Easter egg hunt . . .

Not here.  The refrigerator was still not cooling, the compressor was just running for no apparent reason.  So, at 7:00 I called my brother, the Refrigerator/HVAC whiz. “Hey, Marc, the refrigerator still isn’t cold enough and the compressor continues to run.”  Says Marc, “Is there a cover on the lower part of the refrigerator?  Me, “Yes.  It goes about three quarters of the way across the bottom.”  “Well,” he says, “that is covering the fan, which is probably full of dog hair and not spinning to pull the air across the coils.”  [I swear he did not mention this yesterday.]  “Once you get the dust and hair out of the fan, the refrigerator should be fine.”

So, I started Easter morning armed with a pliers to unscrew one of those screws that has no slots in it, the shop vac, a flashlight.  Sure enough when I took off the back cover, the fan was full of Cardi hair.  So, I cleaned it out thoroughly and called Marc.  “Okay, while it’s away from the wall and the back is off, is there something else I need to do?  Should I just leave it out in the middle of the kitchen until I know it’s working?”  He said, “Nope, that should do it.”

I’m just not that sure yet that it’s okay.  To do the job right, you need all the correct equipment.  I don’t have those jeans that display a butt-crack, so I may have failed again in the refrigerator repair category.

Now I’ll get dressed for breakfast with my son, DIL, and granddaughter.  Happy Easter to you all.

PS  That was not the answer.  Marc will have to come down the mountain and look at the recalcitrant refrigerator.  This is only happening because I am trying to get all my stuff together to leave on Tuesday morning!

  1. Tony says:

    That’s definitely why it wasn’t fixed, incorect tools. Ya just gotta have Plumber pants

  2. Sandy says:

    I think the HVAC guys wear Carhartts…with their name on the shirt. That’s it, you don’t have your name on your shirt!