This is the only picture I have of it.
A week later the bulb went out again! We were both cussing over that one. It's like one bad thing happened, then another.
Over the weekend Dad took the fan apart. The bulb seemed fine. He looked at it with a flashlight. No damage. He dissected the thing. He tested all the wires to see if they had a short - nope. It's almost like he wanted a short to happen just so he'd know what the problem was. He even dug out the manual for what was now being called, The Stupid Fan.
I told him, "Just take the bulb back. It may be the bulb. You just never know." Then he couldn't find the receipt. I looked in any bag around our house. Then said, "Maybe you didn't have a bag. Go look in the consul of the car." He did, and there was the receipt.
When he got back home he put the newest bulb in, and it wouldn't work. He read the manual some more. Then it dawned on him that he never checked the remote that we never use.
I don't even think this is the kid's fault. The fan stopped working when we were at the Y. It just reset it's self. Anyhow the remote for the bottom part of the fan was turned all the way down.
The Stupid Fan is no longer The Stupid Fan.
Has anything like this ever happened to you?