Today was supposed to be D-Day. D as in "Deliver the Washer," or "Do the laundry." I say supposed to, because I'm out $539.10, and still have no working washer. Daron and I clearly differ on what constitutes a working washer.
2:21pm, Elisa calls home: Hi! Soooooooo. How does she look? Do I have a new washer?
Daron: Yes and No.
Elisa: What do you mean, yes and no? It's a simple question really.
Daron: Welllll. You know that thingy that hooks the hose to the wall? It's busted. I'm trying to figure out if it's something I can fix or not.
Elisa: (taking deep breaths) Do you understand the peril that we're in? Everything we own is dirty. I needed that thing to be hooked up TODAY.
Daron: You can wash clothes, you just have to wash them in cold.
Elisa: You can't wash clothes in cold, they don't get clean.
Daron: I washed everything in cold before I met you. You totally can do it.
Elisa: I gotta go.