I've recently decided to say "fuck the dryer" for several reasons. For one, my girlfriend seems to be unable to remember to change the damn lint filter. The ramification of this equals the overheating of the dryer itself, which often leads to other problems, such as blowing the thermal cut-off sensor (whatever that thing is called), for example. So, out of disgust, after fixing it for the second time this year, only to have her screw it up yet again, I threw the lint filter out of the damn thing, as it ever-so gracefully bounced off the wall.
Well, after several uses using the (non-heated) Air Fluff function (which sucks and doesn't work worth a fuck, by the way), the dryer is now full of lint near the heating element. So, now, even if I do fix the fuckin' thing again, it will surely catch on fire with all the lint near the actual heat source. ...But I didn't realize this until after I came back from the hardware store the other day. Sure, I can take the heating element casing off and probably vacuum around it, but the ancient piece of shit has borderline-stripped-nuts on it and I didn't have the right tools for the job, so to hell with it!
Anyway, as I was saying, I headed to the appliance/parts store (before realizing I was already fucked). The guy there, the same one I seen a few months ago for this exact same problem, wanted me to also change out the other sensor thing or whatever you call it, since it comes in a pack of two.
I told the persistent bastard that when I fixed it last time, I just replaced the part that I needed and that the other one wasn't compatible, ya know, that other sensor thing that was included in this asinine "pack of two."
After he went on and on telling me how it should work, blah-blah, I finally said "okay!" Well, after I replaced the part that I knew was faulty, I went ahead and made the mistake and took this professional guy's advice and changed out the other thermal cut-off thingy, below it, even though it looked different than the original part like I already tried to tell him.
Okay, I hooked it up, cut in on, and POOF! I'm now in complete darkness since I set all the breakers off in the house while nearly frying my own ass! I'm lucky the fucker didn't explode, by the sound it made. Now, both of those sensor thingy-ma-jiggies are blown and also, in addition to this horse shit, I'm also really tired of buying these metallic pieces of crap! By this time, I've really had enough of this Dryer bull-shit and I'm already leaning towards a more primitive approach. So after a few brief thoughts, I shouted "Fuck the Dryer," and I bought some stuff to install an indoor clothesline, instead.
Hey, back in the day, people used to not even have a damn expensive Dryer. Besides, by using an indoor clothesline, the garments should last longer and it will save on my electric bill, so suck on that Uncle Sam! I'm starting to think that all of this aggravation may have ended up saving me money after all. Then again, maybe I'm just being a stubborn asshole, but either way, my live-in girlfriend better get used to those fucking clothespins for now! Ha-ha!
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