The shamash on my electric hanukkiah spontaneously shorted, so I needed to figure out if it required a rewire or if I just needed a new bulb.
Yehi oh %$.
My Mama suggested that I go to Shalom House (where she'd purchased it for me) and ask...
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The shamash on my electric hanukkiah spontaneously shorted, so I needed to figure out if it required a rewire or if I just needed a new bulb.
Yehi oh %$.
My Mama suggested that I go to Shalom House (where she'd purchased it for me) and ask them for help. Hanukkiot aren't cheap, so I figured I would start with asking for help before replacing the whole thing.
I walked in and while I don't think David, the owner, remembered me exactly (and to be fair, it'd probably been about 15 years since I'd last been in) he definitely knew who my mom was when I described her. We've been Shalom House customers for probably close to 30 years, so that's a lot of Mama's shopping.
I showed David the issue, and he very matter-of-factly pointed out that the plug actually had two fuses in it. We took out the fried fuse, and suddenly the hanukkiah lit up. We were still without a shamash though, so he looked at me and said "You don't really want to buy a whole set of replacement bulbs, do you? You just need the one and it doesn't have to match? Give me a minute".
He came back with a bulb which he then proceeded to screw into the center and it worked perfectly. I thanked him profusely and asked how much I owed him. He smiled, shook his head, and told me me "Happy Hanukkah. Now go light a hanukkiah".
Mensches, the lot of them.
And that, my friends, is why we adore this place.