Right as my desk was about to be fixed our washing machine broke. Yep, that’s right. The machine started beeping in the middle of the cycle on Saturday morning. Nothing that we tried from the manual or with the help of a Bosch representative fixed the problem. We had to wait for someone to come out and repair the machine, which happened this morning. (And yes, I have a washer full of stinky clothes that smell like mildew that will probably have to be thrown away.)
About 15 – 20 minutes into the repairman’s visit to our home, he called to me from upstairs. “Ma’am, do you want to see what was clogging your drain pump?”
I cringed — twice. The first time was for being called ma’am. I’m in my mid-30’s. I feel too young for ma’am. And the second cringing was for what I had to go see. What if it was really gross? Did I have the stomach to see it?
“It’s not an animal is it?” I called up.
“No!” he smirked. “Just come and see.”
I walked to the stairway to see John, the repairman, dangling one of Isabelle’s socks over the banister.
“I was wondering where that sock was. Only one of them came out with the previous load. Now I know!”
“Yep, this was clogging up the drain pump.”
“Did you find another one in there? There was a black sock with silver polka dots that was missing from the previous load of laundry too.”
“Nope. I didn’t see it. That one could’ve made it through the pipes.”
“So where it is?”
“Out of the system by now, ma’am.” Ugh! There’s that word again!
“So what do I do to prevent this again?” I asked.
“Wash socks in a mesh bag if you have one. Especially her socks,” he said pointing to Isabelle.
“So all these years I’ve heard people say that their dryer ate the socks, it was really the washing machine eating them?”
“That’s right, ma’am.”
So whenever you have a missing sock in the future, know that it didn’t get eaten by your dryer. It’s your washing machine’s fault.