For the first few years, my wife would have to unplug me with a coat hanger. Bless her heart, I remember her down there with them big rubber gloves on, fishing the coat hanger a way up in me.... Many a meals were ate cold by her when she had to stop and get me fixed up.
Actually it was her that named me the
Spoiler because of all that... yup, it aint been easy growing up as me...
