Writing Can Be Murder

February 28, 2007

Mechanical difficulties

Filed under: Uncategorized — jenniferelbaum @ 9:27 am

My clothes dryer stopped putting out heat. It is fitting that it stopped producing heat in the middle of the winter when we’re wearing our heaviest clothes (the ones that will never dry without heat). It just spun in its endless cycle of circles without really accomplishing much (which I took to be a metaphor for my life).

After throwing the circuit breaker numerous times and banging on the damn machine a couple of times for good measure, I had a repairman in.

I tried to banish the memory of having my car towed a few months ago:

I was having my car towed to the dealer because it had been making a terrible thunking noise and I didn’t want to do any damage to it by driving it.

And the tow driver shows up and asks if the dealer is expecting it and I say, “Yes, John knows it’s coming” and he says “I don’t know who John is. I’m Charlie.” And I say “No, the service mangager’s name is John and he knows it’s coming.” and I’m thinking… Not too many bulbs lit in Charlie’s chandelier

Then he gets in the car and starts it and gets all flustered, starts looking around, and says, “What’s going ding-dong, ding-dong?”

And I say with the straightest face I can muster — “You started the car. It’s the seatbelt alert.”

“Oh.”

So that memory is going through my head as the repairman starts working and he asks, “Do you have a flathead screwdriver?”

And I’m thinking, as I get said screwdriver, what kind of repairman doesn’t bring his own screwdriver? It ‘s not like it’s an unusual piece of equipment for somebody who works on machines all day to need.

And then he asks, “Do you have a flashlight?”

Again, why didn’t he have his own?

And I mutter under my breath, “Oh”

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4 Comments »

  1. I’m sure you muttered more than just ‘Oh’ under your breath. LOL. At the risk of being un-politically correct, I tend to think it’s a man thing. Like when my husband consistently strolls into the wholesale club store without a shopping cart. It’s not like we’re going in to pick up a pack of lightbulbs. We’re usually buying 30 lbs of stuff that we definitely can’t carry in our hands, but I always have to say to him, “Don’t you think we should grab a cart?”

    Comment by Jennifer Colgan — March 1, 2007 @ 11:40 am

  2. Maybe this is a sign that you need to move to a primitive paradise in the tropics where you can walk from one side of the island to the other. And go unclothed–or at least wear something that gets dry really quickly on its own, like a swimsuit.

    Comment by Kate Perry — March 1, 2007 @ 1:21 pm

  3. Jennifer — Is that what those silver colored things on wheels are?

    Comment by jenniferelbaum — March 1, 2007 @ 4:55 pm

  4. Kate — If only I liked the sun….

    not such a big fan of “primitive” either….

    Comment by jenniferelbaum — March 1, 2007 @ 4:55 pm


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