House Of Random

Friday, December 03, 2004


Really?

Ok, so we have a leaky creaky mean and eeky washing machine.

So we asked to get it fixed. After the initial (and typical) mess that was arranging a visit for the repair person, we finally sorted it so they could come fix the source of the creeping mould, rank smell and lagoon that is one corner of the kitchen.

Upon arriving he turned historian and archeologist. Apparently our washing machine is from the stone age. He reckons coke still cost 25p a can when the thing was made. He wasn't even out of Uni. Fair enough, because it is knackered - only one setting works (lucky number 5 for all you Virgos out there). It leaks. It pours: it shakes like the rippling aftermath of a booty shake at a Sir Mix-A-Lot concert. It's busted. Cheap nasty pop. So can he fix it?

Well, no. He called the landlord on our behalf and told him he is mean for making us use such a piece of junk. Great work! New washing machine! Yeah!

But it's not quite that simple. Remember I said this washing machine was old? Well, the repair man wanted to take it away with him. But he couldn't figure out how to get it out from under the table top. The gap between the kitchen cabinets and the wall is too thin. Which lead him to ask: how'd it get in there in the first place?

The conclusion was interesting.

They must have built the kitchen around the washing machine.


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