Greater love hath no man than he who spares others his tales of Sears Repair Service Purgatory. And since I love my little NiceWorkaholics, I will keep hidden in my heart the doleful tale of trying to cajole Sears into sending a repairman to fix our Maytag dishwasher. If you have ever had to work your way through a voice activated phone menu (“I’m sorry. I didn’t quite get that. Would you repeat that please?”) you can write your own lament. I will ask rhetorically, though: Is Sears trying to go out of business?
You, my readers, are a lively-minded crowd; always curious, always exploring. So, I thought I’d share with you this photo, fresh off the flashdrive, of the BRAINS of our Maytag dishwasher. It’s what goes behind the vinyl button pad on the door. Cool, no? I’ll bet McGyver could use it to launch a missile.
Oh, the ending of the repairman story? It’s a happy one, but in keeping with modern sensibilities, ambiguous: He’s scheduled to come (get this), “between 8am and 5pm.”
He arrived — I’m not kidding — at 4:15.