Before I get into this story, I just want to say, I'm not complaining. I actually think this whole thing is hilarious. And it would only happen to me.
So we have this washing machine in our apartment. Which is really nice and all because we can do our laundry here. But it is all in German. Everything. And it is relatively old. Or so it seems. Oh, and it is tiny. Meaning you can probably only fit 3 or 4 pairs of jeans in there. And that would be all you could wash. Just let that sink in.
Well, yesterday I thought it would be a good idea for me to finally do some laundry. Hayden and Joni had both already done laundry and I had helped them so I thought I knew what I was doing. My first load went fine. I got it started, got them out, and hung them to dry. My second load didn't happen quite like that. I started it yesterday afternoon. When we got back from teaching I tried opening it. The water hadn't drained, so it wouldn't open. I tried running it again. When it stopped, I tried opening it and it wouldn't open. I called Hayden in and I pushed the button while she tried to lift the lid. It wouldn't budge. It would have been really funny to watch us push a button so hard. Finally I just ran it for a third time and went to sleep. Keep in mind these are my nice clothes. They're supposed to be on the gentle cycle and hung to dry. So I was freaking out just a little bit on the inside because I really did not want my clothes to be ruined.
This morning I got up and tried, once again, to open it. Nothing. The water was still inside and my clothes were still stuck. Why did the dumb thing want my clothes so badly? I was planning how I was going to get an ax to chop it open. I just wanted my clothes back!
I ran the washer again while we went to breakfast. We got back, and guess what! Yeah, you guessed it! Still wouldn't open. I was doing everything I could think of. Nothing was working. Finally I called Dima and asked for his help, and he told me to leave it off for awhile, then try it. This time, it worked. But it was still full of water. This also helped me learn that I should call Dima sooner.
I pulled out my drenched clothes and wrung them out in the tub. It was quite the experience. I finally got them all wrung out and hung up to dry. I thought I would try to get most of the water out of the washer because it's kind of gross to just let it sit there. I stuck my hand in with my bowl and then ZAP. I got electrocuted. That's when I decided that I was done with all of that nonsense. No more washer for me. It likes eating my clothes and electrocuting me. I appreciate that so much. Thank you Mr. Washing Machine for giving me this experience. But really. I now have a story to tell about my crazy washer.
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