A woman in Washington has been charged with assault for switching the wires in her husband's saw because she was angry with him.
Reminds me of why I don't work on electricity with Irish Woman around.
A few years ago, our dishwasher died. We went to the store and bought a new one. Delivery was free, but the salesman wanted $150 to install it. Being a manly man (read moron), I decided that I could install it myself.
The new dishwasher was going to be delivered sometime on Saturday, so I wanted to disconnect the old one after work on Friday. It took me about an hour to get all of the molding and cabinetry out from around the dishwasher. After I had gotten the thing pulled a few inches out from under the counter, I saw that the power line was soldered in. I would have to cut the line and run a new one. No big deal. While I found my wire cutters in the toolbox, I sent Irish Woman down to the basement to hit the breaker. After a few minutes, the lights in the kitchen went out.
I shouted downstairs "Is that the right breaker?"
She heard "Did you hit the breaker?", and of course answered "Yes!".
I took hold of the power line, and cut through it.
POW!
Next thing I knew, I was across the room, smacked up against the refrigerator. All of the lights in the house are out. I had not only blown the breaker for the dishwasher, but had also blown the house main.
From the basement, as I did a quick inventory of all my parts and pieces, I heard:
"Honey?..... Sweetheart?......"
About a minute later, I heard her coming up the stairs, slowly.
I growled "Do not come back up here right now". I then heard her head back to the dark basement.
I collected myself, found a flashlight, and headed down to the basement to hit the house main breaker.
Luckily I was not hurt. I learned two things that day:
1. Switch off your own breakers. What happened was my fault, not hers.
2. The Irish Woman is a jinx, and I will never do anything remotely dangerous around her.
That's my philosophy, and it's worked well so far.
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