A couple of weeks ago on a Saturday morning I plugged my flat iron in & it wasn't working. I was not happy. It's a Chi so I wasn't thrilled with the prospect of having to buy a new one. Dean discovered that the flat iron did work, it was the outlets in our bathroom that didn't. Hmmm, now the price of a new Chi wasn't looking so bad considering what electricians cost. While Dean was checking things out I remembered the day before when I unplugged the flat iron I touched the plug & it burned me. I guess that should've been a clue that something was wrong because apparently, plugs aren't supposed to be hot when they're unplugged. I learn something new every day. Then I remembered that I'd smelled something electrical burning. I couldn't remember when it was but I knew it was one morning when I was getting dressed & Dean had already left for work which is why I didn't tell him & I never thought about again until we had the problem. So Dean turned off the breaker or whatever it is you do & took the face plate off.