Rants

Black Gum Pond

We went for a walk in Hitchcock Woods this morning. I can’t tell you how far we walked because for some reason the GPSr stopped creating a track part way. It was still on when we got home, but the green line only went about a 1/4 of what I perceived we walked. Weird.

After the walk I headed out back to finish pressure washing the deck. I had done about 1/3 of the job on Thursday night and I got another 1/3 done today before the brass nozzle in the end of the plastic wand was spat out and disappeared onto the lawn. I made a short search of where I thought it might have gone before giving up looking. The last time this thing broke it was at the handle and the local Big Box Home Improvement Warehouse had not repair parts, so had to buy the handle, hose and wand assembly online. I had little hope of getting the pressure washer fixed today, but I was pleasantly surprised that the first BBHIW I tried not only had a universal replacement wand for $20, had I needed it they also had hose & handle replacements on the shelf too.

Anticipation

I have a question for all you vending machine designers out there. Why the long wait for change?

You feed 2 bucks into the bill acceptor and punch in the letter C and the number 4 for the 20oz Diet Dr. Pepper. You watch as the as a little bucket on an arm moves smoothly up and over until it stops under the appropriate slot. The row of bottles is pushed forward, forcing the front one off the ledge where it drops the 6″ into the bucket. The arm then glides over to the left and then (in this case) drops down until top edge of the bucket catches on the ledge above the dispensing chute. This allows the Diet Dr. Pepper to slide down into holding area and then rests for a second until the round plexiglass door rotates 180° until the drink is exposed and you can pick it out. With your selected drink now in your hand, the round door rotates back sealing off the dispensing area. A few seconds later 75¢ in change plops down one quarter at a time. Elapsed time between picking a selection and receiving the change is probably 30 seconds.

The only thing I can think of for making you wait is so that your attention is not diverted from watching the nifty dispensing dance.

Oops I Did It Again

In my quest to prevent door dings by parking way out or way to one side of the parking lot has its downside, like the sacrificial anodes used to protect deep sea oil rigs from corroding away, the poor wheels of the Sonata forfeit their beauty. I curbed a wheel parking yesterday. Not just any old wheel either, but the same one I scraped the day after we bought the car. Was I lucky enough to hit the wheel in the same spot? No, of course not, I blemished a different 3 to 4 inches of the edge.

I guess the only thing left to do now to even things out is to keep hitting that same wheel until I have scraped the entire circumference of the rim.

If when you read the title of this post, the first thing you thought of was Britney Spears, shame on you, Louie Armstrong did it first way back in 1932 – Oops I Did It Again!.

Not Fair

Last Friday when I posted about the stove, the last line “Inau?gural meal pre?pared on our new range ? pizza.” was going to have a link to the Home Depot page of the range. But when I went to the page for it I came away shocked, we had bought the stove on Sunday the 19th and on Tuesday the 21st it went on sale for $101 less.

Donna called the store and spoke to someone in appliances who told her that all we had to do was bring in the receipt within 30 days and they would refund the difference. Saturday morning we headed into HD with our paperwork and a print out of the web page showing the new price. The first person we spoke to at the service desk was unsure of what to do, but a person who seemed to be in charge or at least more knowledgeable arrived, heard our story, said so & so will take care of you and disappeared into the office. So & so got part way through the process and then stopped stumped. She hailed over person number 4. This person said, “Oh we aren’t supposed to do that.” We planted our heels and Donna said, “Well, the person I spoke to in the Appliance Department last night said we could.” “Who?”, she asked. “Didn’t get a name,” Donna countered.

She chewed her cheek for a while with her fingers hovering above the keyboard, before saying, “Follow me.” We went over to the Returns Desk where she refunded us the cost of what we paid, then sold us the stove again at the sale price and gave us the difference back on a store gift card (a different one from what we used to buy the thing, so now we have two.)

If we had been turned down for getting the sale price, we were going to borrow a pickup from a friend and return the darn thing, telling them it didn’t work or something. Then take the money and go buy a new one at the sales price, even if we would have to wait another week for the 2nd stove to be delivered.

How To Lose A Customer

The other weekend we had dinner at the local Fatz Cafe. We have been eating there probably every couple of weeks for a while now. Donna likes their Chicken & Rice Soup and the menu is varied in the usual casual dining manner to keep the entree choice fresh at each visit.

The food quality has been mostly pretty good, but this time the C&R Soup looked and tasted like it came from the bottom of the pot and to make matters worse the crab cakes she ordered as her entree was mostly tasteless bread crumbs. When we got home Donna went to the restaurant’s website and filled out the survey that has become standard on any receipt for anything you buy.

A couple of days ago when we got home from work, a regional representative from Fatz Cafe had left a phone message that he had read her complaints and wanted to talk to her, so he left his phone number. She called the number and of course got his answering machine where she left a message back. We then went out to dinner (because of the ongoing dead oven issue.) Well, you know what happened next, Mr. Fatz Representative called while we were away and left a long apologetic message and saying that to try and win our business back he was going to mail us a gift certificate to the restaurant.

In today’s mail there was an envelope from Fatz and sure enough there was a gift certificate inside. It was for the amazing sum of five dollars. $5!!! What a slap in the face. Five bucks is like a large soft drink and the tip…Donna shredded the gift certificate.

We won’t be going back there anytime soon.

How Much?

Forty-three bucks. That is how much they want for an oven tem?per?a?ture sen?sor or more than twice what I thought they should be. So I went back to the net for some more information and I found out how to check and see if the sensor is actually shorted or not. Take an ohm meter and measure across the two terminals. Zero is a short, with infinity being open and normal being 1,000 to 1,100. Well wouldn’t you know it, my “bad” one read 1,000 ohms. Maybe it is not bad?

The next option is to see if the wires from the sensor to the control board have been shorted. I tried to trace the wires, but they disappeared into the top of the oven and it was unclear how to get at that area, so I gave up and put everything back together. At least the top burners still work. And more importantly, the clock.

From what I read on a couple of forums is that sometimes the sensors are bad even if they ohm out good, so tomorrow I’ll call the appliance parts place and see what their return policy is on the sensor. If it is in any way returnable I’ll buy one and try it out.

If that doesn’t fix it, it may be time to replace the 15-year old electric stove with a spiffy new gas unit.

Started up, went down, went up, still up.
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D?j? Vu All Over Again

When Donna went to set the oven temp to make Oven Fries for dinner it just annoying beeped at her and displayed -F4-. I dug around in the draw that holds all the owner’s manuals (including some for things we no longer own) and picked the one for the Maytag electric range. The only mention of error codes was that if the display read F whatever, unplug the unit and call an authorized repair person. Now that kind of stern warning might have worked on a housewife in the 50’s, but I have the internet.

F4 means a shorted oven temperature sensor. Now all I need is the oven model number so I can order a new sensor. The owner’s manual, of course, covers several models, so it is no help. We check out the stickers on the door and sure enough they have numbers, but it turns out they are the part numbers for the sticker. We pull the oven out from the wall but there is no sticker on the back either. Because the easy way to pull out the hopefully bad sensor failed, I had to remove the back panel to get at the connector and I was hopeful to find something there, but no luck. Back to the net we go and on a forum that was the third or fourth place we looked we found a hint that led us to the units nameplate. Pulling out the pot and pan storage door reveals the holy grail, including a serial number in case it happens to be required.

Feeling lucky we drove over to Home Depot to pick up a lawn mower spark plug and an oven temperature sensor. We found a spark plug, but struck out on the sensor. Because Lowes is just down the street a mile or so we decided to turn over that stone too while we were out. Under the Lowes stone was the same as under the Home Depot stone, new ovens….

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