Lemme see here,  works fine at home but not out in the 'bush', perhaps the
GPS sensor kneads adjustment.  Punishment intended hereon.  Spell checked
the foreman.

Its' really a Car-ma thing. "You car doan lak youself no moah an it sho doan
lak you ma."  Borrowed from a friend in New Orleans who might suggest some
foo foo or a voodoo queen or a beignet and some chicory coffee.

No clue except for spiders in the mix.

Not at all like Gorillas in the mist, spiders are much smaller and less
obvious.

Purge the lines with compressed air, gently though, like the breath of a
vestal virgin on a warm spring afternoon.  Look for spidey webs in the
fridge tubing.  Bow to Mecha, the spiritual soul of all mechanicles.  Pray
frequently, avoid sex, cigars and strong drink.  THEN Maybe just maybe it'll
come back.  Or it might need an exorcist to exorcise the powerful
volksterguist that is possessing your conveyance.  Burn some goat guts on a
drum in the back alley, wave feathers and rattle bones, utter chants.  Utter
moo's (udder chance) and just maybe if the moon is full and the heavens in
alignment you might be blessed.  Intermittant failures are work of the devil
and require suitable remedies.

Buy a fridge from Karl.  Only the annointed, like MarkD, can fathom the
unfathomable of the dark world of Dometic.

Hey, mon, that thang is twenny years old, waddya expect, mon?

pensioner (getting a jump on Friday)