On Monday, the parts for my space age washing machine did not arrive, as scheduled, from NEW ZELAND, in time for the TEAM to make it out to fix the d&%n thing. The new control panel and pump arrived late Monday afternoon, and the TEAM showed up bright and early yesterday to restore order in the Boyer laundry room. Mission accomplished!
The brave repairman came upstairs with the ticket, which had already been paid, because parts must be paid for upfront as UPS only runs in one direction–FROM–on the New Zealand route. Along with the ticket, which I had to sign for reasons unclear, the brave repairman held a nickle, and the old washing machine pump motor.
I bet you can see where this is going. He spun the rotor on the motor. It made a hellacious noise. He grinned. “The nickle got in the motor and made it go out. That’s what shorted out the control panel.
“How did the nickle get into the insides of the washing machine?” I asked. I mean, even if it was in the tub, how could it get to the motor?
He shrugged. “I’ve seen all kinds of stuff get in there. Underwear, rocks, sticks…”
A month, without a washing machine, because one of us missed a nickle when emptying the change from our pockets into the jar which holds lottery money. (Not money we’ve won, but spare change with which we allow ourselves to purchase tickets, in hopes that we will one day win Giraffe Money. If you don’t know what Giraffe Money is, here’s a clue: Michael Jackson owns a Giraffe, or used to, on his Neverland… err, Ranch.
Talk to y’all later. I’ve got to go search a load for stowaway coins. That nickle cost me $396.65.