All Things Profane and Sacred

So, this old house comes with some equally old appliances in the kitchen. There's an electric stove circa 1950 squatting in the kitchen and an outdoorsy refrigerator leaning nearby. When we first moved in, the oven wasn't working. The landlord pulled most of it apart before he called a repair shop that told him one of the many dials on the oven needed to be set a certain way (I have no idea what this dial does, except that if it's moved, the oven doesn't work).

Well, since we've had a variety of house related mishaps, we weren't surprized when the refrigerator started making bad noises and had condensation on the outside. Our landlord fixed the bad noises, but neither of us could figure out what the deal was with the condensation. So, the appliance repair people were called out to deal with our recalcitrant. The man came yesterday, opened the fridge and flipped a switch prominently placed in the fridge that said "flip this switch if you have condensation on the outside of your fridge" right next to the freaking switch. Some days you just can't feel smart.