Yes, once again Galloping Gertie is on the blink. This washing machine is only a year and a half old, and this is the second time she has tried to give up the ghost. The only think I can say is THANK GOD FOR A GOOD FACTORY WARRANTY!!!!!
Even when she is “working” she still needs help. When the rinse cycle kicks in, you have to open the lid and give the tub a spin start, or else there is no spin action. The last time she broke, the repairman said it was fixed, and it worked fine when he was here. The first load of laundry I did after he left though, it was back to push starting the beast.
Is it possible for a washing machine to be possessed? Maybe I need a priest and not a repairman?
Saturday morning as I was frantically trying to run a final load of laundry before we headed out for the weekend. The clothes I hoped to pack for the weekend were in the washer waiting to be agitated clean when Gertie went tits-up, or as we say around the kids, Tango-Uniform. Wanting to use crude and inappropriate words is greatly hindered when your children are standing nearby. Hubby and I have come up with several alternatives, as well as using some good old reliable acronyms. FUBAR and SNAFU factor largely in our vocabulary when things do not run smoothly. If something is FUBARed, we fix it with a WAG. If that doesn’t work, we know that it is SNAFUed.
The kids think we are either speaking a different language or are nuts. Right now with the washing machine being FUBARed, I definitely fall into the nuts category.