Well, let me tell you the story of the washer/dryer combo’s arrival today. It was not without drama. They told me it would be delivered between 1 p.m. and 4 p.m. yesterday when I threw several fits on the phone with several different individuals.
Yesterday they sent a truck without a lift. Today they sent a full size semi truck and one delivery man.
So the plan was for me to go stand at the entrance and help guide him in as he backed the semi into the patio home complex. He made it about halfway down from where he needed to go and just left it there, because he was getting hung up on tree limbs that were hanging wet from the rain that was coming down.
This was big news around here. One woman out walking her dog, who informed me she is the official pool monitor and has lived here eight years, stopped him and started talking. He was respectful and patted her dog on the head and conversed with her. Yeah, it’s that kind of place.
I ask him if it isn’t going to be too heavy for him to roll all the way down to where I live, and he says: “I’ve delivered 3500 pound fish tanks on this thing.”
So he brings the lift down and a big dolly and rolls it the rest of the way. We get to the door (I have the dogs shut in the bedroom) and he thinks it will not go through the storm door in its box. But I hold it wide and he manages.
He gets it inside and I start my bribery speech. For that was the only way I could think of to get the casters they’d already sent me on the bottom of that gigantic thing. I’ll just give you the dimensions: 38 11/16 inches high, 27 inches wide, and 29 3/4 inches deep. This thing is deeper than the refrigerator that was there.
He manages to get the box off from the bottom and of course there’s all that packing foam stuff. So then we have to figure out how he is going to get those castors on an over 200 pound washer by himself.
Ah, that’s where my chaise on my couch comes in. He leans it over the chaise and puts two on. But that isn’t going to work for the other two. So he leans it over the other way, has me hold it, and puts on the other two.
Now this wasn’t a simple feat. I had go dig around and find a pair of pliers to take the washers off the castors. Yada yada.
So we have the thing free and on the castors, and he moves it into the kitchen where the space is where the refrigerator use to be.
He tells me he thinks I’ll have to go get a longer hose from a hardware store, yada yada. I think: Oh, great.
He leaves with sixty bucks under the table and I get Charlie next door to come take a look. Yeah, he tells me, you’re going to have to go get a much longer tubing to go to the sink and some female something or other to fit onto the spigot.
Charlie leaves and I move it out a bit and see that the hose starts up at the other side, is worked through a plastic clamp, across the bottom, worked into another plastic clamp, and comes just to the top of the machine.
So I think: maybe I should just take the hose out of the two clamps. I do this and it goes about four inches over my sink. Yes! And they sent two separate little packets in the mail earlier in the week.
Maybe that’s the other stuff I need. Maybe I won’t have to go to the hardware store and try to explain that I need a long piece of tubing and some female something or other.
I have not attempted to figure out how to hook all this up and use it yet. I was already tired from the chiropractor and guiding a semi truck into a place where semis don’t usually go. And backwards at that.
This delivery man was very nice, kind, and respectful. Just the opposite of my experience yesterday. But he just works for the fool bunch. I tell him I’m very happy that he’s nicer than the others, and he tells me he believes in karma. Now that’s the kind of person I can deal with.
I still have a bee in my bonnet over their tactics. I’m going to do some digging into things before I let that go.
So that’s the story of the washer/dryer combo that looks like something from the future. It looks terribly complicated. And the inside looks as big as a regular washer to me. How this thing manages to wash and then turn around and dry without me doing anything I can’t fathom. I’ll have to read the instructions, which I’m just not up to at the moment.
You see it was by then after noon, and I had not had my coffee and I was getting one colossal headache.
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