Our dryer went out last week, or so we thought. So, I pulled the timer and ordered one. It came yesterday, but no luck. We were looking at new ones and perusing repair instructions on the internet. This morning, the Wife called a repairman. He asked if the start button was working. She replied it didn’t have one.
Look lady, I’ve been working on dryers for twenty years and they all have a Start button.
She called me and I looked. Just above the dial to turn the buzzer off was emblazoned:
PUSH TO START DRYER
It works fine now. I am the dumbest fucker in the whole universe. Were we to discover life in other planes of existence, I would be the dumbest fucker there, too.
15:00: In our defense, we bought the dryer fifteen years ago and have never used the start button. That it started working now seems a bit unfair. Also, I just replaced a bathroom exhaust fan without injuring myself.
However, I walked to the aisle next to where they actually were at Home Depot, then started backtracking. At least thirty minutes later, an elderly lady found me crumpled in the corner at the back of the store, whimpering. She led me by the hand to the fans and I stood there another thirty minutes deciding which one was mine.
Sounds like a maintenance crisis
Hey when you have mastered your dryer, you may want to visit Lumina on Sunset Drive in Asheboro. They have a vast selection of wines and craft beers. Plenty of juice to help you get your FEC-ON!
The maintenance evangelist would have been very handy, I am sure.
Every time I say anything to the Wife about going to Asheboro, she thinks I’m driving to Buncombe county.
I do not drink and drive Hwy 220 unless it’s Diet Dr. Pepper. Besides, the bootleggers and the Baptists will get together again and it will all seem like a dream.