On the other hand, wouldn't it be nice to do laundry in your pajamas? (For me, laundromats and wearing pajamas are mutually exclusive. Yes, I know the People of Walmart beg to disagree.)
So once I bought my house, I realized, Sarah, it's time for you to grow up and get a clothes washer. I mean, it's the logical next step. (After a mower, of course.)
Thing was, I actually had to find a decent second-hand washer. And a dryer. I hate letting towels drip-dry. They get all scratchy and weird. Anyway, even if I found suitable appliances, I had to figure out how to get them from point A to point B.
Subcompact cars aren't the best for that.
Enter: The Cousin. This Cousin, a construction worker, is quite adept at lifting heavy things. In addition, he owns a Truck.
In a very convenient twist of fate, Cousin absolutely loves Pizza and will do anything for me if I give him Pizza.
So we got a Pizza from the best Pizza place in town (or so I've heard; I'm not a Pizza aficionado myself), and on the road we went, squeezing another cousin in between the two of us in the cab of Cousin's Truck.
Cousin made me drive because he doesn't like driving in the city. This "city" is about seven miles end to end and doesn't even have any four-lane roads on the route we were taking.
But Cousin proved his worth (or his dedication to Pizza) when we arrived at Point A. The machines were quickly loaded onto the bed of the Truck and strapped in with a ratchet strap (or whatever you call those fancy thingummies that Cousin carries in the toolbox on his Truck).
And, doing an easy 60 mph on the way back, we (I) drove straight home, meeting an uncle at the house to help tote the machines downstairs to the basement, where the appliance hookups were (not so) conveniently located.
Fortunately, I didn't have to lift a finger to get the appliances downstairs. Cousin and my uncle took care of that heavy duty. All they left to me was buying a new O-ring for one of the washer hoses. At the cost of a mere 25 cents!
|Aren't they so pwetty?? :D|