During a rage-induced google search I found a forum with hundreds of complaints about my washing machine. Not exactly soothing, but mildly entertaining and it put me in that "other people have it worse than I do" place. One person complained that not only did her washer quit working in the middle of the cycle, but the lid remained locked with her clothes imprisoned inside it. Can you imagine your clothes slowly rotting with mold while you wait for weeks for a repairman? I would be pissed.
Still, some complaints suggest that the machines are working as designed and that some washing machine owners are perhaps unfamiliar with the concept of "high efficiency." Several complaints were from people who felt the water level was too low, and there are people, apparently, who are augmenting the water level in their HE machines by topping them off with a garden hose. Seriously?
Other people complain that there is no such thing as a hot wash in an LG washer. If you select "hot" the machine is designed to dilute your hot water with cold. This is something I realized myself when I was trying to felt some of my knitting and opened the machine during the wash and found the water to be distinctly tepid. The purpose, of course, is to use less energy, and I'm all for using less energy, but sometimes you do want to wash a load in truly hot water. LG sucks for stooping to this sort of cheating in order to achieve an Energy Star rating.
That said, I am hopeful that yesterday was my last trip to the laundromat. Last Tuesday a repairman came and my second-worst-case scenario was realized: that the washer needed a part that was out of stock and needed to be special ordered. (The absolute worst-case scenario was that he would come down the stairs sorrowfully shaking his head and tell me that I had voided the warranty by laundering too many comforters or dog beds or curtains or couch cushion covers.) Last Friday the UPS truck came with five packages for my washing machine. The repairman is supposed to return tomorrow. So keep your fingers crossed for me.
I don't really mind the laundromat. Lots of friends offered the use of their washers and we did take advantage of their kindness a few times, but we're a big family and we have a LOT of laundry. We got into a routine of stopping at the laundromat, starting several loads, running our errands, and returning to pick up the clothes. It was all very simple and easy.
I was pulled over by a cop yesterday (on my way to the laundromat, doh) because my inspection expired in April. OK, no big deal and the cop was actually quite cute and very nice. It takes quite a while to process a ticket and in the meantime two more cops pulled up--one in the paddy wagon--and blocked me in with their cars and they were all standing around, conferring, and one of the extra cops was glowering at us, or at least he appeared to be as I tried to look at him while not looking like I was looking at him. I was a little worried. Like maybe someone had stolen my identity and I was wanted for armed robbery in Missouri. Meanwhile, everybody driving past had to gawk. Naturally. I know what I would be thinking if I saw three cop cars surrounding a car, and this town has a ferocious gossip mill. My car is a make not as commonly seen as others and could be easily identified as mine.
Eventually, the nice, cute cop approached my window and said, "I guess you didn't know you were a hardened criminal," and I couldn't tell if he was joking or not but then he said, "It's just a slow Sunday in Charlottesville." Jesus. You know you live in a small town when the cops get excited about a mousy housewife in a Scion with an expired inspection sticker.