Our dishwasher had been leaking. Frustrating, because it’s only 7 years old, but we had been told both by a sales person and a repair person that appliances are deliberately made not to last like the quality in the past, but to be disposable. There’s a calculated decrease in quality but with, of course, an increase in the price. This is obviously a pervasive, industry wide strategy targeted at exploiting the customer in order to boost sales. I mean, I don’t know about you, but over $800 is not exactly a price point I consider appropriate for a “disposable” item.
So, we had a repairman coming out to look at it, we were hoping it could be fixed. I had a very lucky game morning that day, and was hopeful that it was a sign of things to come.
Turns out it was just me using up my good luck for the day. The dishwasher had to be replaced. It would cost as much to repair it as it would to replace it.
We were looking at dishwashers on line in order to figure out which units we wanted to go see and at which stores.
Another issue was availability. Obviously, we wanted it replaced as soon as possible.
First web site I went to listed their dishwashers as available for delivery on the 12th, and available for installation on the 10th.
Silly me, I thought that was done the other way around.
I was talking to Hubs about the timing of the dishwasher kicking the bucket.
Me: Seriously, the timing could not be worse. I mean really, any other month but the one where the second half of our property taxes is due.
Hubs: Yup, Murphy’s law.
Me: I swear if I get my hands on that Murphy I’m gonna kick him in the ass.
It’s about 9:30 am on Saturday:
Hubs: I’m going to have a cup of coffee and do a few things on my laptop, then I’ll change and go out to mow the lawn.
Me: Today’s not a good day for that, it’s early and it’s already like a hundred thousand degrees out there. You’ll end up with heat stroke.
Hubs: Yeah, but the grass is getting long.
Me: I don’t care, you only go in to work a few days a week, you can mow tomorrow, or Monday.
Hubs: I’d rather just get it done today.
An hour later, Hubs goes out and starts mowing the front lawn.
And I turn on the sprinkler system . . .
