A few weeks ago, we had an electrician come to the house to check on our outside lights.
Others look like this:
Ours look like this:
As a result of our simply turning them on.
The conversation with the electrician went like this:
Him: "I have come to check on the lights."
Me: "Yes, they are right over there."
A few minutes later, after he circled the house two times.
Him: "I think you will need to come and show me these lights. I cannot find the broken lights."
Me: "They're these ones right here."
Him: "So they don't work?"
Me: "Well, they ARE melted."
Him: "But do they turn on?"
Me: "You see, I didn't turn them on again once they melted. I don't actually know if they still work."
Him: "Please turn them on."
I turn on the lights, one does work and the other does not.
Him: "Well, one works. The other one probably needs to have a bulb replaced."
Me: "But you see...the lights have melted. I don't think that's normal. I'm pretty sure it's a fire hazard."
Him: "But the lights work."
Me : *Throw up arms in frustration and give up*
Wow, my grammar was horrendous today. I apologize if I've missed anything.
The things we leave behind.
10 hours ago