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[yendi]

So, our drier broke this week, and the repairman was scheduled to come at 9 today. He arrived at 9:15. With his 10-year-old son in tow. Turns out that the repairman is a Russian Jewish immigrant who can't speak English. Since his son is 10, I have to assume he's being homeschooled. His English isn't great, but it's better than his father's.

After about five minutes, I realize something bad -- the man has an odor. Not BO, but something spicy, as if he's been sweating paprika or something. It permeates the house.

He and his son get to work. The start taking the thing in part, and before long, I hear what sound like Russian curses. At least, they're inflected like curses. And this continues for over an hour, after which he tells me that it's hopeless. He then spends another hour looking at it, trying "one last thing." It's now 11, and since I'm supposed to meet shadesong and kellinator for lunch, and since it's a 45 minute walk to campus, I'm getting a bit worried. By 11:30, when they finally start putting it together, I give up, call Kelly and 'song, and tell them that I won't be making it.

They finally leave around 12. The man tells me that the motor, the vent belt, and at least one other item are all busted, and that we'll need a new one. I call our landlord and tell her, and she's working on it (it's a combo unit, so the washer needs to be replaced, too). In the meantime, any laundry we do will need to be dried the old fashioned way. I'm hoping we have this taken care of early next week.

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[edie22.livejournal.com]

you could go to a laundrymat.