So, I finally got my washer back!
The delivery truck came when I was on the phone. The landlord came to meet him with me. Maybe this was bad, but thinking I might be asked to haul the washing machine to the back porch on my own while on the phone (see previous post), I walked inside to finish my conversation as he was opening up the doors of box truck. Within two minutes, I hung up, walked outside only to see my washer sitting in the driveway as the truck pulled away.
Oh, and the washer broke again the next day.
(And yes, that’s our car on blocks in the background. It’s just been that fun this week.)