The day after spending over $300 at BJ’s, the washer died. And, of course, it had a load of wet clothes in it. So off we go. I have very particular needs when it comes to washing machines. Out of thirty models, I narrowed my desires down to four in two minutes. I spent a minute getting to two and another getting it down to one model. I looked around for a salesperson or whatever they are called. He was still with the same couple. Jeez. Don’t these people know what they need? Don’t they know what they want? What is taking them so long? What is so hard about picking a washer? The man looked like a logger, yet he was the one looking. The mousey looking woman with him was just standing there. Sometimes I forget that these type of people still exist. I started rolling my eyes and shaking my head. The salesperson excused himself and came over to me. I picked his brain for a minute to make certain that the washer truly did everything that I wanted it to do. The sale was made. Next up. Delivery. There were none in the warehouse so it wouldn’t be deliverable until the 23rd. So we took the floor model. I got ten percent off. And delivery was the next morning. We were in and out in fifteen minutes. Then we went over to Wal-Mart and spent another $100.
Here’s Sweetums with his kitten. Aren’t they adorable?
I took the ribbing off my tam and made it a little more snug so it would sit better. I think I am finally satisfied. I’ll write it up before I forget what I did. I also need to write patterns for two more hats so look for some new pages.
Tags: new washer, Rue, slouchy tam
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 