Our icemaker has gone schizophrenic. The metal arm that stops production broke off so it continuously makes ice and drops it in the bin. I empty the ice bin daily, but we still have to watch our toes and be ready to catch ice when opening the freezer door. I guess I should call a repairman but this makes life more interesting and it gives me something to write home about.
(1997)
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