On Thursday afternoon I got home and realized our dishwasher was full. I added the soap and started it up. Then I went outside to cut grass. It hadn’t rained that hard earlier and honestly I had no idea when I would cut the grass if not Thursday afternoon. Of course, just as I was finishing, the heavens opened. When I finally got back in the house, the better-half asked me if I had already had my post-grass cutting shower. Ha. Very funny. And, as it turns out, yes. Just changed my clothes and dried off my hair.
As we were preparing dinner, we both noticed the dishwasher was acting a little weird. Our model counts down and the last 10 digits can seem like they take forever because it is the sanitize portion, I guess, and we heard some draining. As it turns out the damn thing didn’t actually wash the dishes because what we saw as weird was dying gasps. Eh, so what, you may say. Get the repair guy out. No big deal.
Friday afternoon was our buyer’s house inspection. Yep. The POS couldn’t have died on Friday or Saturday night, but it had to do it Thursday night just before our inspection. Figures. We left a sticky note that said this POS is broken and we’ve called someone. As it turns out the people we call can’t even get out here to diagnose until 8/29. Because there has been a rash of broken dishwashers. Really. I can’t even make this stuff up.
We’re without a dishwasher until the repair guy comes and eyeballs the problem and then who knows how long before the part can be obtained. It won’t be fixed until September. I’m holding my breath on all other major appliances/infrastructure.