My favorite household appliance
So, in a week in which I NEEDED my washer, it decided to quit on me. This will be surprising, I’m sure, for those who remember it’s Fuzzy Logic.
The only person who was happy about the problem was Marzo, who delights in each load added to the accumulating pile on the back porch.
When the repairman showed up to haul it away, he detached all the hoses and the cord, scooted it away from the wall, then turned to me and said, “I’m only one guy here. You think you could grab the bottom and I’ll guide it?” I guess in my unbelief, I didn’t know what else to do, so I squatted down, tried to grab a hold of the bottom of the washer and “help” him.
It worked fine until I dropped it halfway through the yard. And then he said, “Oh, I guess I could carry that end and then you could just guide it from this side.”
Yes, that worked much better.