The repairman came; the washer is working although I have not given it a real test run yet. I took scads of laundry to the laundromat, because I couldn’t trust my luck. The fellow had to replace the guts of the machine. He asked how long I’d had it. I told him since October. He frowned and said it looked as if it had been used for ten years – all the parts worn out.
But he came. And for that I am grateful. Tired but grateful. And Jeff Piraino, if you had anything to do with it, thank you, thank you, thank you. (You know, the Jeff from the Dooce Maytag Saga.
My daughter just had her washer disintegrate on her. It was five years old and totally fell apart on the inside. They ended up replacing it as the repair man said there was way too many things wrong with it, he said it looked like it was 15 years old. Proof they don’t make things to last anymore. They have figured out that if it lasts a long time they have lost a customer, make it break in five years or sooner and they get repeat traffic.