As I reported a few weeks back, my dryer went belly up on me. With an impending trip to Haiti, I made the choice not to disrupt the balance of our savings account and rather wait it out until the Mister's next pay period. I've since had to resort to line drying, which worked fine for me, until the forecast turned cold and rainy yesterday morning.
Lo and behold, the Mister got paid today, so I placed a service call yesterday morning.
"We have an opening this afternoon," the gal cheerfully told me. Well, I wasn't going to say no to that, so I happily set it up a day before the Mister got paid. We had 3 bed wetting incidents in a 24-hour period and I was looking at a 3-day forecast of solid rain to ruin any chances of line drying; I wanted the dryer fixed.
The service man came out, correctly diagnosed the problem from the sound alone, quoted me an insanely reasonable price, and wheeled it off to the shop. "I'll bring it back tomorrow afternoon (today), fixed, cleaned and quieter than when you brought it home new from Sears." He even said that they'll take payment tomorrow, which happens to be the Mister's actual paydate.
Deal. See how nicely that all worked out? Remember my dishwasher experience? I'm not used to this sort of thing.
Of course, after he left, I was completely GROSSED OUT at what was all lurking behind and underneath my dryer.
Please keep in mind that I'm not a piggy. I just have a dryer/laundry cabinet set up that prevents me from being able to wedge my head far enough back there to see what all fell behind the machine in the course of the past 2 years (excuses, excuses. . )
I'm still wondering how the heck a light bulb fell back there without breaking, but my guess is that the fall was cushioned by the 8 inch layer of lint, dust and dog hair that had accumulated (and which I swept up prior to the photo. I do have a basic level of pride, after all).
This morning, my phone started ringing at 8:10. "Hi, this is Paul from the Fix-It Shop. Your dryer is ready, and I know I said I'd drop it off this afternoon, but how about I bring it by right now?"
For real? For real, for real? OF COURSE YOU CAN, AND I'LL PROBABLY RENAME ONE OF MY CHILDREN AFTER YOU FOR THIS ONE!
I'm thrilled to say that the dryer is back, quieter than ever, and working away at the 7 pile back-up taking over my front hallway. Can you hear that choir of angels sing?