I'm feeling a little sheepish. Today a repairman finally came to fix our dishwasher that has been broken for five weeks. (I know, it shouldn't be a big deal after almost five years of not having one before we moved here. But dang all those baby items have a lot of small parts.) Anyway, he comes in, unscrews the dishwasher, plugs something else in the outlet and says, "This outlet isn't working," then plugs the dishwasher in elsewhere to show that it works.
I felt a little silly calling the landlord and being like, "Um, here can you give this guy your credit card so he can charge you $75 to tell us the dishwasher is fine?" And by the way, now can you pay for an electrician to come...uh, sooner than later, ok? Because it's already been 5 weeks here....
Of course we'd tried all the breaker switches and everything and Ryan had even pulled the whole face off the dishwasher, looked at everything, cleaned the drains, tinkered around, and even did it a second time when a friend was over here but somehow we didn't think to just take the whole thing out and check the outlet.
I hate stuff like that.