An expanded version of one of my blessings of May 2017
Dryer Warranty Kathy
Moore
My washer and dryer get much use. We are a family of three but have three
others staying with us. Because we live
near the seashore, often the spring brings visitors on weekends. I consider this a privilege; this makes a house
a home.
With all privileges comes responsibility. Our washer and dryer incur frequent use. At the time I bought them, I didn’t look for
the best models, I purchased what I could afford.
On this rainy day, I switch the wash to the dryer and go to
turn the knob and it doesn’t turn.
Wonderful! I have to be at work soon, there are loads of laundry waiting
behind it. I quickly throw some of the
laundry on a clothes line in the garage and hang up a few items from the shower
curtain bar. Off to work I go after texting my houseguest that the dryer won’t
start.
I come home at lunch and take the knob off. I consider looking for a wrench to try to
force the knob but then quickly reconsider and start to rifle through my
desk. I pull out papers, papers, and more
papers. I keep looking through a stack
while taking bites of my sandwich and sipping my iced tea. Finally, I spy it, a warranty booklet. I am almost afraid to look at the
receipt. When was it I bought my dryer? I pull it out and my dryer is just under four
years old. I call the company listed on
the paper and find out that I have two weeks to go before my warranty
expires. They take my information and
say a repairman can come next Monday on my morning off.
After a few days of running large items to the laundromat
before or after work and using every available space and hanger to dry items,
the man comes to examine the dryer. Yes,
a new knob is required. No, he doesn’t have
one with him (even after I told the lady on the phone exactly what was wrong). He will order the part and it will take a
week to come in.
After spending another week waiting, he comes and he has
that part and a spare because he said these break off pretty frequently. My house becomes somewhat normal again. I don’t have clothes hanging all over
it.
As I sit and drink my morning coffee, I am thankful for the
resources that I needed to dry my clothing: the local laundromat, extra hangers and clothes line, and dryer
warranties.
