August 31, 2011 6 Comments
In her teenageness she might have been a little too freaky-happy though, but at least she was happy.
After the deliveryman left, my husband and I tried it out. There were lots of new buttons and dials. No more pushing in the knob, turning it, and pulling it out, nope. Now everything had to be set and a button pushed. After we loaded the new contraption we got it started. It locked. It took a few moments to start. It filled up and then……
It didn’t sound like a washing machine at all. We couldn’t flip the lid open to see if it was working… it had locked. My husband and I were at a total loss. We kept asking one another if it should sound like that.
I thought about making a few phone calls to see if this thing was working right and only one made since.
We’ve come to the conclusion that either the new washer is having an identity crisis or someone is lost in there.
In all truth it sounds like a photocopier that was scanning and then printing out clothes. Maybe it was raised by a wild pack of Xerox machines.