An RV technician, originally from New England, came to the Duck this week to look at our roof. While he was here I nudged him toward our generator. I told him the sad story: to Onan (I didn't name them!) twice and still not working. He smelled the oil, opened the throttle, looked around. He looked at the fuse and paused. Like he didn't believe what he was seeing. He pushed it in and started the generator. There ya go. No chaage for fixin' the generatah. Sure, but I bet you can't do the same thing for free to our pump switch! In two minutes, the switch was working, and I asked him what he had done. I didn't do nuthin! You must have - it didn't work and now it does. Well, when I do nuthin' and it works, I don't think about it too haad.
He had me at "no charge," and I hired him on the spot to do the roof. I wrote out a check for materials, and he took it. He looked at it silently for a minute, then asked Don't you want to check with Annie? Fine, okay, whatever. So I did, and Pants gave the go-ahead.