In May, wash was placed into the washing machine. Everything appeared to be in working order. An hour later, the machine only had completed three minutes of the wash cycle and seemed to be stuck. After much finagling, the washer officially bit the dust.
My parents ordered a new washing machine. Two weeks later, it arrived.
For two days, my mom was frantically getting caught up on wash. When she was done, I had some wash which needed to be done. After the wash cycle, the laundry was placed into the dryer. Three minutes later, the dryer was chiming my clothes were done. The clothes inside the dryer were still wet. Although different cycles were selected, the dryer would not work.
My parents ordered a new dryer. Two weeks later, it arrived.
On day 7 of having the dryer, my mom did some wash. She went into another room. When I came into the kitchen to get breakfast, I heard what sounded like an awful screeching racket coming from the laundry room. I immediately arrived in the laundry room. The dryer was making an awful racket. I turned the machine off. The noise stopped. I turned it back on, the clamor returned.
It seems there was something wrong with the dryer. The store where we purchased the machine was contacted. A new dryer was ordered.
Two more weeks passed.
Yesterday was the big day the dryer was supposed to arrive. Before it was delivered, we received a phone call. The delivery man said the dryer had a dent in it. Did we still want it? My dad asked for a photo to be texted to his cell phone. When the photos arrived, I burst into hysterical laughter. The “dent” was catastrophic damage to the back of the dryer. It looked as though the dryer fell off the delivery truck. We declined the dryer.
And now we wait for another dryer…maybe some day, some day soon, we will be able to wash and dry clothes.
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