A Love Story
October 26, 2006
(in honor of Love Thursday I realize Thursday is almost over, but I wasn’t sure for awhile if this was going to be a tale of love or heartbreak.)
Once upon a time there was a family with a mom, a dad, and seven children. Every day they wore clothing. Sometimes the little girl child would change her outfit several times a day. And the mother would just shake her head and laugh. The laugh of a woman who has never scrubbed clothing by hand on a rocky riverbed or had to hang them on a clothes line in the cold winter air until her fingers were red and numb.
She would toss another load of laundry into the washing machine and another into the dryer. And fa-la-la on her way.
But the washer and dryer began to feel used. They were not appreciated like they once were. They remembered a time when they were brand new and the woman would sing their praises and lovingly tend to them. Now the woman had become accustum to their extra large capacity and stellar drying performance.
And so they plotted, determining that if one of them broke they fa-la-la-ing would come to a swift halt. So one day when the woman had put in a huge load of sopping wet clothes, the dryer made a huge banging noise and stopped working.
The woman was mad. She smacked the dryer a few times. She pushed the on and off button several times to no avail. She opened and closed the door. She sighed at her utter uselessness.
Then she became a bit paranoid. What was that loud bang? The internet had made her paranoid about all things gas related. Her imagination began to run scenarios all of which ended up with her dead family being featured on the 6 o’clock news.
A call to her husband assured her that the gas leak theory was just her over active imagination. It was just the belt breaking he told her. He would fix it when he got home that night.
But lo the dryer was smarter than them. And when the man pulled the dryer out from beneath the wall of built in cabinetry where it lives, he discovered the belt was still in perfect condition.
“Oh what was wrong with the dryer!?!” she wailed.
The man suggested hanging a rope outside so the woman could could hang the clothing outside to dry. Something he called a clothesline. The woman suggested many other things he could do with the rope, but none of them involved her hanging clothing on it outside in the frigid temperatures.
The next morning the woman called the manufacturer of the washing machine and she got to speak to someone in India who could try to schedule a service call for the following week. “Would the service person becoming all the way from India?” the woman wondered, “because we will be walking around naked long before then. And given the cold temperatures there were many sensitive parts I would rather not be frostbitten.”
The woman then began using the phone book. And she called and talked to numerous repair services. They were on vacation, booked up, or not answering their telephone. Finally she reached one repair man who could come THAT VERY DAY! His service call fee, just for driving to her house, was outrageous. The woman contemplated how she would have to go to a laundromat if the dryer wasn’t repaired within a few days. What price are you willing to pay for your sanity?
Turns out the woman was willing to pay a very high price.
And so the man came to the house. Within ten minutes the dryer was working again. The woman vowed never to take her major home appliances for granted again. And showered them with her undying love.
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