Everyone has done his or her, their, its bit, which just goes to show that when we put our minds to it we can stomp out any sign of intelligent life on Rambi, no matter how furtively it tries to enter. As usual, I am filled with pride.
Washing machines are tricky things, possessing a malicious slyness but having no real intelligence. This makes them difficult to predict, as they will spew forth when the mood strikes just to indulge their own bad mood. Are you sure that he hasn't just thrown a screw or bolt into his own innards? Mine did that once. I was concerned when the repairman showed me the bolt, thinking that I had missed some signs of depression, that this was a real suicide atttempt, but Bill, my Sears Whirlpool man who looked a lot like Steve McQueen, said it was just an attention getting technique, and we laughed right there in the laundry room which was not smart because two weeks later it threw up all over the laundry room floor intentionally just to get even.
If I can answer any mechanical questions, let me know.
I think I probably have several washing machine stories, if anyone would like to pursue this topic. |
