I ASSumed a few things in regard to how this morning's service call would go, and you know what that made me. Repairman #1 -- who was not chosen using the dart method, by the way -- came and saw and told me that they'd have to order the parts (!) and it would be about a week (!). I was dumbfounded. I couldn't believe that they didn't anticipate exactly what my problem would be and have the parts -- if not on the truck, at least back at the shop -- given my description and the track record of this model.
While sorting laundry on the kitchen floor through tears of aggravation, preparing for a BIG (and heavy) trip to the laundromat, trying to convince myself that the uninterrupted knitting/reading time really would make it better (failing miserably), I realized that there are other repairmen on the block. This time I did let my fingers do the walking and the first ad I saw that said "fully stocked trucks" got the call. Long story, a couple of hours and 1/3 the original cost of the machine later (I could have bought a brand new machine -- it crossed my mind), I'm back in business and hearing the familiar, high-pitched whir of my front-loading washer -- which, by the way, has done a very good job of felting every single woolen item I've ever put into it, and I haven't meant to felt a single one of them.
Did you see "Flat Me" (there ought to be a club, Scout, eh?) at Cursingmama's? I was a HARLOTeer last night -- drinking beer, approving of socks, rolling in yarn, hanging out with CM and ALL THE HOT CHICKS!! I can't wait to do it in 3-D. Thanks you guys. ; )