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'twas a Sunday and hotter than Satan's butt-crack when our AC died. The ancient electrical box on my house is full of circuit breakers that are not available at basic hardware stores.
I called the electrical supply stores, all of which were closed on Sundays. By shear accident, I connected to the cell phone of one store owner. After a brief conversation, he drove to his shop, opened up his store just for me, and sold me the breaker.
How great!
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