It Ain't A Maytag...Part II

It took me three days to reach the local repairman. It seems he had been out of town over the weekend looking for Elvis. (He took his wife to Memphis and visited Graceland) I had tried a couple other places but they said they subcontracted their work to this fella. (He must be good.) We made an appointment for the next day anywhere between 9-noon. (It's a better window than what the cable people tell you.) He showed up right at 11 AM, just when I was getting ready to watch the View, and he got right to work. I had done some troubleshooting on my particular brand of washer and had pretty much figured out that the drive coupler had went kaput. It would run but the agitator wouldn't spin. Mike, the repairman, told me that he had once worked as a Maytag repairman. Of course, I wanted to know if he had ever met Harvey Korman who used to do those commercials. He hadn't but he hoped to one day. (I didn't want to break it to him that Harvey had passed away not to long ago.) He had determined that it was indeed the drive coupler that had went out and was a pretty easy fix if you knew what you were doing and remembered which parts went where. We were having a really nice conversation about his trip to see Elvis and how he had even had a peanut butter and banana sandwich at one of the local restaurants when he dropped a part down inside the washer. He was stretching this way, looking here, shining his flashlight there when he stopped suddenly and said, "Aha! I think I see it, but I'm not sure. You wouldn't mind holding the flashlight while I reach for it, would you?"

It Ain't A Maytag...Part I

My washer cut out on me the other day. For those of you that did/didn't understand what I just said reveals to me whether you live north/south of the sweet tea line. I'm feelin' right articulate today! Anyhow, there isn't much that annoys me more than when something breaks and you have to make the dreaded phone call to the repairman. What's your trip charge? How much for labor? What's a new one cost? Blah, blah, blah! I'm pretty handy but I don't think I want to wrestle with the washing machine. I got a friend that comes over sometimes and will help with some minor repairs. I usually end up standing around holding the flashlight. It's not just in my home either if I'm up at my mom's helping out I get to hold the flashlight there too. I don't know how it got to be that way. When I was little I could take the wheels off my bicycle, take the chain off, oil it up and put everything back together. What about the Vacuum? We had a Elecroloux canister vac that I could pretty much take apart and put back together with my eyes closed. I'm not like my dad in the fact that he would take something apart and mom would have to put it back together. I can always get it put back together, might not work, but it was back together...