After a night spent weeping so uncontrollably and so annoyingly that The Spouse sought refuge on the pull-out couch (yeah . . . that's another set of sheets I need to wash now), trying to figure out if I should arrange to take the cats to the US this summer since there was NO WAY IN HELL I'M COMING BACK TO THIS WASHER-LESS WASTELAND in September, certain that by now everyone thinks I have some sort of Muchausen by Proxy Syndrome involving an appliance . . . I feel somewhat vindicated.
The Spouse, in a fit of pique and in direct violation of our warranty, took the top off the washing machine and discovered the casing that encloses the washer drum--the water-tight casing--is cracked like a walnut in the driveway.
We have a lemon, ladies and gentlemen.
He called Man Friday who gasped and said, "Ahhhh! DON'T open it up! You'll void the warranty!"
"Man Friday," The Spouse sighed, "I needed to know it wasn't an installation issue. This is not a matter of sending over another meister. The machine is crap."
So Man Friday asked for the number on the sales receipt and will call them . . . Monday.
AND, I am laying bets now. Based on my experiences with defective products in the Slovak Republic, how much you wanna bet that this machine gets sent back to the factory for repair. For weeks and weeks? Huh? HUH?!
I will become an optimist when things look up. And not a moment before.
Waiting... - *In October on Manezh Square, outside of the Kremlin* It's the final countdown until the Olympics... Here's a link to an article that was in the "Russia ...
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