Is there anything more fulfilling than babysitting a clothes washer, constantly redistributing a soaking load of clothes in a washer tub that refuses to stop its off-kilter pounding? Is nothing more fun than watching one’s deafening old washer walk four feet on its own?
Only to be waiting for sun up, when it will be safer to head to the local 24-hour laundromat and lug in 4 loads of damp clean clothes to dry (before they sour) because you cannot find the dryer belt to repair your own at home, since you are too frugal to shell out a small fortune to a repairman.
Such is life. I have my health. This is a benefit. I know this because I exercise regularly, throwing myself atop washers and lugging 100 pounds of clothes, and turning large machines on their sides to repair them myself.
I will outlive those slumbering people with more reliable appliances. This will be my reward.
