Tuesday, June 05, 2007

M = Maytag Man

Which, of course, makes me Maytag Woman. Well, not really. We have Kenmores down there, but Kenmore Man just doesn't have the same ring to it.

Following the carefully-worded directions I found on epinions.com about other Kenmore HE4t owners, we dove into our beloved washing machine. It was quite easy, actually. Almost too easy, which makes me suspicious.

The first thing we learned is that we had to go in the front. This was a huge relief as we expected to have to pull the thing out, away from the wall. This, as you might expect, would not be fun, as the washer is pretty much wedged into a perfect washer-space between the dryer and the wall. Shelves would have had to been emptied, the dryer pulled out, etc.

So, in we went. Found the drain filter where we discovered more socks. You remember we found some between the gasket and the drum? Yeah, we found six more of the suckers that had made their way all the way down the drain tube to the filter, right next to the pump. Little bastards. Those were even more icky than the ones behind the gasket.

Pulled 'em out (ewww) and threw them away (they were beyond hope, as you might expect) and reassembled everything. The load has been replaced and is percolating as I type. We head downstairs in 43 minutes to see if it worked.

According to the folks on epinions, their culprits were typically baby socks, too. They ought to warn you about this stuff when they sell you washers. Or babies.

Other people found money (quarters and such, not paper money), toys, and someone found a bullet (!). I'm surprised we didn't find a dozen Chapsticks, as M loses those all the time.

Stay tuned. (I'm sure you all are on the edge of your seat, just waiting to hear about my washer.)


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