Actually, our washing machine broke last week Tuesday. I’m only writing about it now because it looks like it’ll be down a little longer than expected. I called the property manager that day, and heard back from a home repair company on Thursday who said they’d send somebody on Monday.
So this past Monday, some dude came over to look at the machine. I don’t think he was Mexican, but he wasn’t a native born American. I think he was Spanish, and didn’t button up his shirt all the way, which was pleasant (and by that, I mean ‘it wasn’t pleasant’). I told Kerri that he looked like a male stripper (the tall skinny kind).
Male stripper looked at our washing machine and said something I couldn’t understand because he had a strong accent and talked really softly. I think I heard the words: “transmission”, “they’ll have to call you back”, and “have a good day, sir”.
Then yesterday, I got a call from a different appliance repair company who said they’d send someone over today. Today’s guy spoke english, looked at the washing machine, and told me that the transmission on the washing machine broke, which burned out the motor, and that they’d have to get in touch with the property manager, who’d have to let them know what to do.
When he left, he also said “have a good day, sir.”
Anyway, in a week and a half, two different companies have sent two different guys over to tell me the same thing (more or less). And our washing machine is still broken.
Fortunately, the washing machine still fills with water and spin-dries at the end, and our dryer still works. So I can (and have) kind-of still do laundry by stirring everything by hand. Good times.