Point Breaker

Scene: Monday night, 12am, fridge goes out...

M: Hey, I'm sorry to call you so late. I need you to walk me through the breakers again. I tried what I did last time and it isn't working--they all say "on."

J: Ok, you're looking for one that's in the middle. It might not say off, but it won't be lined up like the rest of them.

M: Yeah... nothing. There's one that doesn't say anything. Here, I'll flick it again.

::walk walk walk::

M: Nothing.

J: Can you wiggle the fridge out? What happens if you plug something else in?

M: Ok... hang on. Yeah, lamp's not working. Wait--lamp's not working in its usual place, either. But it works over by the table.

::more walking and flicking ensues::

M: So, I guess there's nothing else I can do. That sucks. I'm sorry. I'll deal with it in the morning.

J: I feel like I've failed you.

M: You're fine, I'm just frustrated because I don't want to lose all that frozen food.

J: ...

M: I love you, sleep well.

::5 minutes go by::

J: Hey, I thought of something.

M: ?

J: That outlet where the lamp plugs in by the sink... are there buttons on it?

M: There's a--ohhhhh shizzz... look at that.

J: ?

M: It's working. All I had to do was push the stupid red button.

J: As soon as you said lamp, I kept trying to picture that outlet. Most outlets near a water source, like in the kitchen or the bathroom, are supposed to have that safety. I guess yours controls the fridge.

M: You're a freaking genius. Go back to bed.

...

So, now we know how to fix the disposal and how to fix the breakers. My services are available for hire. I just wish my landlord would give me a "never calls at midnight about the #@$@$%! breaker" discount.