Dear Dryer,
We had some good time. I washed clothes. You dried them. I fed you fabric softener sheets. You ate them. I vacuumed out the lint trap in an overly obsessive way, I'm pretty sure you were thankful.
And then you became a bitch.
You see, a few months ago, whenever I started you, you made this sound that made it sound like, well, my ears wanted to bleed. It's insanely loud. It's insanely squeaking. It's insanely hard to ignore. It finally became too much.
So, now what do I have to do? I have to wash all of my clothes and then drive to the laundromat to dry them. I have to spend my money to dry our clothes when I have a dryer at home. That's me, sitting for 20 minutes, bored as hell missing my $2.25. You know what the only semi OK thing with that whole scenario is? Dry clothes. If it wasn't so close to winter, and snow, I'd demand a clothesline in my yard. It's a good thing I hang all the cloth diapers to dry in the bathrooms, otherwise we'd be screwed.
So, dryer, shape up, or you'll be headed the way of the oven. Which, ironically, I was writing letters to at this time last year while I was waiting to pop.
Peace out dryer,
Chantel
2 comments:
Our dryer made a really loud whiny sound as it started up, then, the belt broke. It wouldn't tumble. So we bought a new belt, just for $16 and put it on and it's good as new. And we have like a third, or maybe even fourth hand dryer.
I remember your letter to the oven...and we all know what happened to it! That dryer better get it's act together.
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