When we moved into our new home, we brought our old spare
fridge along. My husband (the son of an electrician) wired a new outlet in the
garage for the fridge. We plugged it in and then loaded it up. The next day I
went out and noticed the food wasn’t as cold as it should
be.
I mentioned it to my husband that evening and he turned
the light on in the garage and checked the fridge. It seemed to be running just
fine. We set the fridge to run colder.
The next day we went out to get ice cream. It was
completely melted. Exasperated, he came back into the house. When he reached
the door, I shut the light off and heard the refrigerator stop. Then it dawned
on me—the switch controlled the outlet. Needless to say, we had to throw away
all the thawed food. The next day we rewired the outlet to make it independent
of the light switch.
