The Great Laundry Caper
Moving is a stressful and time-consuming project, the more mature I get the less I like this task. While I was drowning in boxes, I needed to search for a washer and drier. Our clothes were piling up and I was nearing my last pair of underwear ……… I searched the sale fliers for a laundry set that would fit both our needs and budget. After comparing prices we made our decision. A white set with burgundy lettering, I thought it would match our other furniture. Besides, it had a wrinkle free cycle that appealed to me, sense my ironing board and iron are a Stone Age model.
The salesman was anxious, jumpy, and talked incisively. He assured me I had come to the right place, gotten the best price, deal and warranty of any other customer he had had that day. Plus they were going to deliver it on Saturday morning around 9:00 am. I was the luckiest woman in town. Of course I was thrilled; I had a week’s washing and needed to get some clothes washed.
Saturday morning came and no washer and drier, I was in a panic we needed to wash clothes and be at another appointment across town by 2:00 pm. Finally, I received a call telling me they were running late and would arrive at 1:00 pm. I knew this would be cutting my time short, mentally figuring out how I was going to make my next appointment. I was about to have a meltdown.
Arriving at 1:10 pm I was told they didn’t have time to set everything up. “It was easy, a piece of cake, you could do-it-yourself” Jr. said, giving me the thumbs up as he raced out the door. Now I don’t know about you, but when someone tells me it’s easy, red flags start flying. He said he had confidence in me. Clearly, he hadn’t heard I am both un-coordinated and mechanically challenged.
I remember thinking the washer and drier looked different, but I didn’t have time to spend on that thought as we rushed to our appointment.
After a stressful afternoon, arriving home I began looking at the washer and drier again, I realized the top was the wrong color. Instead of white with burgundy letters across the top, it was baby blue enamel. It had that “blast from the past” 50’s look.
Stressed I was awake most of the night doing research and worked myself into a dizzy-tizzy. I was sure the company had ripped me off and sent me a relic from the back of the warehouse. I finally fell asleep at 4:00 am worn out and upset. And I still had no clothes washed!!!
The next day I decided to go by the store and discuss the situation with the salesman. Praying all the way over there that I would be kind but firm. I walked in and asked for Harold. Explaining to another gentleman the wrong washer and drier had been delivered to my house. He wasn’t sympathetic and told me those things happen all the time! At that moment I wasn’t feeling “That Lov’in Feeling.”
