Washing Machine Drama 2007, relayed in a series of vignettes:
- Me: “Oh shit, the washer won’t drain.”
- Beautiful wife: “Perhaps something is stuck in the drain, like a sock.”
- Me: “No, it has to be something more Manly than that.”
Me being manly:
- Fuck with machine.
- Research on internet.
- Fuck with machine.
- Research on internet.
- Fuck with machine.
- Me: call 800 number, talk with woman who has British or Australian (or maybe both) accent to order new pump.
- Her: That’s $50. It’ll arrive in three days.
- Me: drool.
- Me: Bail water out of washer, turn machine over, find soccer shirt wrapped around water pump cooling fan. Remove shirt. Washer now works fine.
- Also find another missing shirt, and sock, and two plastic cups under washer, apparently waiting in line to get stuck to moving parts (it just wasn’t their turn yet)
- Me: Runs in house to tell everyone the washer has returned from the dead! It’s a miracle! Aren’t I great!
- Beautiful Wife: does not say a. single. word. about predicting this three days and at least $50 ago. Not even a hint.
Can you come up and make my dryer stop screeching?
what a way to spend your birthday: bailing water out of the washing machine. The most important part? YOU GOT IT FIXED! So you are now an even Older Silly Bear 😉
Hugs from DFW!
BTW, tell Sherry it’s probably the drum belt that needs to be replaced in her dryer 😀