Late night attack

UncleWillie

UncleWillie

Rarely serious.
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Dec 29, 2010
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It was peaceful. We were all winding down from a long Saturday of doing stuff. Heath was already asleep. Steph was getting Victoria down. I was laying in bed watching YouTube. Then, suddenly, in the back hall, the washing machine gained sentience. The maniacal machine, suddenly intent on seeking revenge for all the nasty clothes it had been forced to gargle, began to thrash and flail about the small space that was its home. The mechanized whirlwind smashed against the floor and pounded against the walls. Everyone, suddenly alert, converged upon the scene. Steph wrestled the machine into submission, then turned to tend to the now howling toddler, who thought the beast would have devoured her home. I investigated and found the object that had given the machine indigestion. A huge quilt had twisted itself into Gordeon knot causing the violent protestations. Now that order has been restored we have to all try to settle down again.
 
We used to have a Maytag (clear glass lid) that was the biggest POS shaking/bouncing/banging washer I’d ever seen. Bought a 20 year old GE for here when we moved from a local appliance place and it is as quiet as a large mouse.

Great story BTW!
 
ponykilr said:
We used to have a Maytag (clear glass lid) that was the biggest POS shaking/bouncing/banging washer I’d ever seen. Bought a 20 year old GE for here when we moved from a local appliance place and it is as quiet as a large mouse.

Great story BTW!
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I honestly thought a car had hit the house at first. It sounded horrible.
 
We had a Maytag Bravos in our old house, and if it got out of balance, it sounded and felt like an earthquake (small house, washer on the second floor). It also sounded like a helicopter when spinning up and down. But it did do a good job of getting the water out.
 
A crappy washing machine is a ring of hell!

Our last one made a ruckus when it worked, more often than not, it would work for 3 mins. The fault out, you had to reset it 10 times before the wash was done, and you had to manually purge it. Everything that came out of that machine smelled worse than when it went it (but looked cleaner).

That was in our apartment....times are better now!

My ex believed "if it fits in the washer, it's fine!".....good lord. That machine would feel like it was pulling the house down when she did laundry!
 
UncleWillie said:
It was peaceful. We were all winding down from a long Saturday of doing stuff. Heath was already asleep. Steph was getting Victoria down. I was laying in bed watching YouTube. Then, suddenly, in the back hall, the washing machine gained sentience. The maniacal machine, suddenly intent on seeking revenge for all the nasty clothes it had been forced to gargle, began to thrash and flail about the small space that was its home. The mechanized whirlwind smashed against the floor and pounded against the walls. Everyone, suddenly alert, converged upon the scene. Steph wrestled the machine into submission, then turned to tend to the now howling toddler, who thought the beast would have devoured her home. I investigated and found the object that had given the machine indigestion. A huge quilt had twisted itself into Gordeon knot causing the violent protestations. Now that order has been restored we have to all try to settle down again.
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Uncle Willie's version of "The Christmas Story"! :D
 
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