In the 1990s, I worked on repairing TVs at home by newspaper ads.
I come, a man has a problem with the lighting on a color lamp TV
(Maybe anyone remembers, there were P210 or 217 transistors on the output cascade). So the transistor is perforated, but not completely and after 2 minutes, as a result of its heating, the switch disappears completely - only the horizontal strip on the screen.
No problem, I go to the diplomat, and there are no details. is finished.
Man on his knees:... master, in 10 minutes a football match, well some kind of help...
Here is Eureka. I go home promising to come the next day, the man is sick for the team, and on the TV in a soap machine filled with water with the outputs upstairs on 40 centimetre wires lies a trance.
Three years passed. On the street, my uncle pulls me by the sleeve and cheers joyfully:
Hi to you!! Did he get anything in his jewelry? Can I clean it? ......
I looked at him without recognizing him and remembered. And the uncle continues: I am so accustomed, the water from the stove is extended and the norm is somehow accustomed.