My attention was drawn to Facebook today and someone had done a few of those “what type of person are you” little apps. I was just going to do the one . . . and then I got sucked in. I hope I quit before I got too far behind the 8 ball. I will say this, some of the results triggered my trademark really large grin.

I’ve said before that my husband says when I grin, he is afraid the upper part of my  head is just going to fall off backwards. I think that remark causes me to squish my mouth up in a sulky pout. However, he may have something there: When I was out for lunch with relatives and we came out of the Country Club really picturesque restaurant and were separating to go to different cars, I heard one cousin say, “There’s that grin.” I had to stop myself from looking behind me on the pavement to see if the top of my head was there.

Ah, no I didn’t. I made that up; studies have shown that 99 out of 100 times, my head stays where it is, grin or not. However, 9 out of 10 doctors have suggested that flesh colored duct tape might be an extra safeguard.

I probably need to stop typing now and slowly back away from the keyboard.

I think you work for Whirlpool, the company that owns Maytag and you helped Dooce with her problem. Are you there?

I should have read what Dooce had to say about her Maytag experience in 2009. If you’re interested, you can read the saga HERE.

UH, THAT EXCERPT UP THERE – IT’S KIND OF MY FAVORITE PART OF THE POST.

And here’s another excerpt from her post:

I get a phone call from Jeff Piraino, manager of the executive offices of Whirlpool Corporation in Michigan.

BOO-YAH!

That, my friends, is service.

And he is incredibly nice, very apologetic, very helpful, and like any good therapist listens to why I am so upset. And the kicker: HE UNDERSTANDS WHY. So then he himself calls a different repair company and has a guy come out within the hour to look at the machine. And so I go put on a nursing bra to look presentable.

That guy assesses immediately that three parts need to be replaced, and he and Jeff at the headquarters in Michigan work it out that the parts will be overnighted and he can come back today and fix it. (currently waiting for him… UPDATE: he is here… waiting… waiting…FIXED! He FIXED IT! He FIXED IT! RAIN CAME BACK! RAIN CAME BACK!)

Oh my God, this is all I ever wanted. Seriously. Thank you Maytag. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Jeff Piraino. My $1,300 washing machine is now working, and I can finally shut up about it. THE INTERNET THANKS YOU.

So I contacted Whirlpool and the chat lady said she had no idea who Jeff Piraino was.

JEFF PIRAINO: WHERE ARE YOU?  You are needed again.

I’m calling this Day One because it simplifies things. Actually, this is the first day after my Maytag Bravos washer – purchased in October of last year – was declared a mess, due to defective seal leaking onto the transmission by an approved certified Maytag repairman. It took about a week to get said repairman here, but we’ll start with today as the the official Maytag ‘actual repair countdown.

Of course, it is early in the morning and they will have all day to call me and talk about fixing it. After all, I online chatted with a representative as soon as the repairman left and this is the age of zip, zip, zip communication.

I could be feeling sarcastic; that last sentence doesn’t indicate contentment. I also could be feeling P_____ Off, but maybe the cranberry juice I’m drinking will help that. Oh, yeah, sarcasm.