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  #1 Savage Pollock on 30 Sep 13

   

  Very first thing Saturday morning I made a decision to repair the washer. That decision hadn't been reached lightly. The cold water pressure was weak therefore I had checked with two professionals at work (i.e., they had both owned washing machines at one time or yet another) and determined that it was a sticky solenoid. I got my strategy and told my spouse what I was preparing.
  
  As I head right down to the basement itll be mounted in five minutes, I explain. Meanwhile, she's finding out about the number of a 24 hour emergency plumbing company and entering it in to the function of calling.
  
  Shouldnt I call the plumber? she requires, making it obvious that she doesnt understand men. Needless to say, she's her reasons - Ive had some bad experiences. The truth is, Ive yet to undertake a home improvement project that's really increased the home.
  
  But today I was feeling comfortable. I vigilantly removed every mess in the back of the washing machine only to discover that it still wouldnt come off. So, using the greatest screwdriver I may find as leverage, I applied light pressure until suddenly there was a god-awful screech accompanied by two noisy photos and the back of the washer flies off like a cork from a wine bottle and smashes against the concrete wall with a that shakes the house.
  
  I hear the basement door open above me. Can I call the plumber?
  
  We dont need a plumber, every thing goes according to plan, I reassure her.
  
  Needless to say, Im not exactly sure what the master plan is. The trunk of the washer is stuffed with enough wires and tubes to release the space shuttle and I've simply no idea where to begin. So I slowly begin eliminating areas, trying to find any such thing which might remotely resemble a solenoid, which is really a cylindrical object which may be magnetized (I looked it up in the book).
  
  Every hour or therefore the basement door opens. Can I call the plumber?
  
  Finally, with head held low, I humbly tell her, Its time for you to call a plumber.
  
  Personally, I feel I was on-the verge of working the whole lot out, but I could tell that she was just starting to get anxious. A few days later Mr. Smarty-pants Plumber comes and views the carnage.
  
  What the hell happened here? he asks in disbelief.
  
  I tell him the one thing that pops into my head. Vandals. Weve been having some dilemmas within the area.
  
  Must have been a whole bunch of these to have caused this much harm, he suggests and I will only nod my head in agreement.
  
  He continues to examine the scene of destruction, sometimes muttering Hmmm under his breath. Somehow, I intuitively understand that every hmmm is costing me one more fifty dollars. In case people choose to get new info on site preview, there are tons of online libraries you should think about investigating.
  
  Finally, Mr. Overpriced Plumber begins putting every thing back together again until, perfectly, the washer is back without trouble and pressed against the wall.
  
  Precisely what were you attempting to do? Mr. Couldnt-make-it-as-an-electrician requires as hes establishing a bill larger than a small countrys gross national product.
  
  I use the opportunity to exhibit him hes perhaps not working with just any goober who walked in off the road. The cold water pressure was weak, I describe. Difficult solenoid.
  
  Uh huh, he reacts and reaches behind the equipment and twists off a hose. He taps the nozzle contrary to the side of his hand until a, gooey glob of sludge oozes out. Then, with a final twist, he reattaches the hose.
  
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