When Good Machines Go Bad

The little machine that couldn’t.

Pam Saraga
Counter Arts

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Photo by mohsen shenavari on Unsplash

I recently had to buy a new washing machine. My old one committed suicide from overuse. I and my nine cats are very sloppy. The only thing I requested from the appliance store was that the new machine have an extra large capacity and that it really cleans the clothes. Not too much to ask from a washing machine, you would think.

I get the washer delivered and everything seemed OK, until I tried to use it. First of all the hoses for the water to exit and enter the machine where too flimsy, making a flood that resulted in more laundry. They split and had to be replaced. Secondly it had manual controls like usual but it also had an App so that presumably, when I’m touring Europe I can wash my clothes remotely. I don’t need to remotely clean my clothes all that often.

I was without a machine for a whole week so I had a lot of pending wash. The first load was a test batch of cat blankets, just to get a feel for the machine. I read the manual. I’m old school I can read off paper. It mostly said check the website for specifics. I can read a screen I’m multifaceted. An hour later, after I could have disassembled and reassembled the machine in the dark, I set it. I left the laundry room with great confidence expecting a clean fluffy result.

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Pam Saraga
Counter Arts

Old enough to see the issue & young enough to try and fix the problem.