Our dryer broke - on New Year's day. It decided that enough was enough, I guess. So, I packed our dirty laundry into the car on January 2 and headed for the bustling metropolis that is the South Salem laundromat...or lavanderia, if you read the bottom portion of the sign. Saturday, 9am, was just before peak hours, which I very nearly missed but was fortunate (?) enough to get a teeny taste of as I was leaving at 11am. Yes, two hours for two loads of laundry. Oh, and $10. How do these families do it? I saw large families, apparently making it an outing that all could enjoy, with loads and loads of laundry. One family must have spent at least $60 on their clean but tattered clothes. It boggles the mind, I tell ya.
So, it's Saturday night, near 8pm, and the repairman has dismantled the poor little dryer, the dryer-guts hanging out for all the world to see. It's not a pretty sight. And I feel for the otherwise shy little appliance. He will have to remain this way for a few days while his new part is ordered. Keep him in your thoughts, please? Poor little gas-dryer. *sniff*
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Isn't it funny that we only recognize our mechanisms, appliances, tools, apparatus, when they fail us?
Garbage disposals, faucets, printers, dryers, cars, teeth, but they perform loyally and flawlessly day after day... and...we don't.. even... notice. :-) Geez.
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