With all the terrors in the world these days—ISIS warriors, deadly Ebola, even random assaults by crazy shooters in public places—having a washer on the blink seems pretty tame. But it’s still a BIG aggravating nuisance! It messes up our lives, and we’re chomping at the bit until it’s fixed, right?
Our eleven-year-old washer balked a couple Saturdays ago—wouldn’t spin the water out of a dark load no matter how much I jiggled the dial. Finally, I fished each soggy piece out of the water, carried it in a pan to the kitchen sink, and tried my best to wring it out. Remember those old roller wringers attached to the machines that your mom or grandmother used way back when? I definitely have a new appreciation for those ancient devices!
I draped all our dripping clothes in the bathrooms, and we called our friendly repairman. He came out on Monday, replaced the dial, and drained the water from the tub. That was great! EXCEPT our washer still made a terrible racket when the tub began to spin! Our fellow said he would order a new drive basket.
Several days later, he returned to operate on the appliance. He tipped over the machine, removed all the “innards,” and replaced the worn part. After reassembling the machine, he turned it on. I held my breath. Would you believe all that clanging and banging was even WORSE!
Our would-be hero seemed as perplexed and frustrated as we were! This experienced fellow has a great reputation, and he also guarantees all his work. Frowning and muttering to himself, he left to reexamine our washer’s diagrams on his computer. In the meantime, I implored a friend to please let me do a load of laundry at her house—“just enough to tide us over,” I said. (No pun intended!) She graciously complied with my request.
Another long weekend passed and our friendly repairman reappeared this morning. “I think our problems are over,” he announced, grinning from ear to ear.
“I sure do hope so,” I said.
After working for twenty minutes, he turned on the machine. NO clanging! NO banging! HOORAY!
“The metal plate under the basket had slipped out of position when I tipped over the washer,” he said. “That’s what was causing all that shimmying and racket! I have it back in place now, and you’re all set.”
I paid him—he added no extra charges for all his trips back and forth and his extra time to solve the problem. I appreciated that and gave him a bonus.
As soon as he left, I turned on the machine, added detergent, and watched the tub begin to fill. Then I added my first load of laundry in over a week. Our beautiful machine hummed through every cycle with nary a peep!
Happiness is definitely a washer that WORKS!