My grandson came over to help Vicki and I roped him into helping me put this fan/light up. The arthritis in my hands makes this kind of work really painful, which always puts me in a bad mood. Plus, I thought it would be a good learning experience for him, though it turned out he knew more than I suspected. I walked him through wiring up the unit and hanging it, while I replaced the switch, which spiked the pain in my hands and made me grumpy, to put it mildly.
When it was time to "let the smoke out." I flipped the switch and - nothing. This destroyed my last nerve and I lost it.
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Damn it! We're going to have to take the damn thing down and figure out what the hell is wrong with it. Cheap Chinese junk probably put together wrong at the factory,
damnit!"
"Grandpa?"
"
WHAT??"
"Maybe we should turn the breaker on."
Smartass kids.