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Big Box Blues Update

by · May 13, 2008

When we last left our intrepid hero (or the guy who doesn’t save receipts), he was awash in the Big Box Blues. I figured I’d offer some resolution.

Turns out, after all the work to get the receipt to confirm our warranty, it didn’t matter, because we (and, I’m pretty sure you can read that as because I) didn’t get the change out of our pockets before we washed the clothes. The $1.60 in change stuck in the washing machine water pump was our fault, apparently. So, $136 later (or $134.40, if you count the money found in the pump), our washer works again.

Interesting thing, though. When you spend a dime buying a fancy-schmancy, high-tech Whirlpool Cabrio, you sort of expect it to be able to…you know…filter. any loose chage that might find its way into the drum. The Cabrio has a bit of a problem, methinks.

So much for technology.

Brad Willis

Brad Willis is a writer based in Greenville, South Carolina. Willis spent a decade as an award-winning broadcast journalist. He has worked as a freelance writer, columnist, and professional blogger since 2005. He has also served as a commentator and guest on a wide variety of television, radio, and internet shows.

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2 Responses

  1. cc says:
    May 13, 2008 at 10:29 am

    Appliances last a lot longer, driving down total revenue for manufacturers. By designing a washer that breaks when you wash change, it adds higher-margin revenue and improves the bottom line.

    Welcome to the new economy.

  2. Da Goddess says:
    May 16, 2008 at 4:22 am

    If you fill your washer too full of clothes, the change can’t collect neatly at the bottom of the tub for you to fish out later. Smaller loads, more change, no need for repairs. Either that or EMPTY YOUR DAMN POCKETS, YOU HEATHEN. Sorry. That was the ex-wife/current mom coming out.

    At least it was change and not rocks, rubber bands, paperclips, pens, two pencils, a crayon, a big ball of belly button fuzz collected since 2001, .45, a bullet shell, a now blank piece of paper with the most important school assignment EVER on it, a tiny plastic dwarf, half a sock, and three erasers. That’s what I usually find. Oh, and the dead lizard once. Boys. Doesn’t matter what age, you just have to remind them to empty pockets every single freakin’ time they take their pants off.