e57
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480sparky said:Absotively Posilutely!
I had a single gang version of it that I would keep in my truck - it was a dime/hardware store radio controlled switch - I would turn on the lights of my driveway with it. It worked pretty good when in range considering.... It too had what looked like a plastic fake wiremond box about the same depth. It was to control a switch that you'd install on the light you wanted to control - and from what I remember it DID have double sided tape that came with it.
That said we all could go on and on about electrical problems of the weirdest nature - But I (and I hope I'm not alone here) have come across some nearly animated characters as customers. Some have been too absolutely surreal for words. Or at least words that are appropriate. I once did an estimate (just to get her to stop calling - there was no way we could do what she was asking for) for an eccentric old Russian lady who dressed like the Chicita Bannana Lady. I'm talkin' a whole hat of fake fruit and a dress to match! She wanted seperate (POCO) meters for every tenent in her flop house - all 30 of them. Some of them were more animated than she was. I tried to get out of it by saying (And trying to keep a staight face) I would have to reschedule because for a proper estimate I would need to see every room, and that she would need to give them all 24 hours notice - she refused and barged into every room often without even knocking.... The things I saw ranged from pornographic to the bizare! The prior - I can not get into here... The latter....
So we get to the last room, and the Chicita woman says, "This guy is a little strange..." Like what I have seen already has not been. And that it will take him 'some time to make it to the door'... She knocks and yells a few things in russian, the he yells back a few things in russian, and she says he'll be right out.... He sticks his head out near the top of the door, and motions 'one minute' with his finger - I think this guy has gotta be like seven feet tall - he ducked his head out under the header of the door... He opens the door and climbs out in a cheap brown suit, and he's only 5' tall - about 100 pounds, and adjusts his 1970's yellow tie all proudly, and swings open the door to very proudly show me his room. It's 12X12 with 10 cielings, and books are stacked wall to wall except for 2' near the top and a bare light bulb. Absolutely no floor space left what-so-ever! I ask the Chicita lady, "He lives in there? On top of the books?" - "Ah yeah - he likes to read...." As if his living conditions were normal....
I don't think I ever gave her the estimate - she continued to call the company, and I told my boss he couldn't pay enough for me to go back there. That was thirteen years ago, and the building is now an annex for a nearby school - a completely refurbed Edwardian.