Two years ago, days after we moved into our apartment, we ordered all of the necessary appliances: a washer, a dryer, a refrigerator, and a dishwasher. The dryer gave us a small problem about a year ago, but otherwise all of them have worked perfectly for the past two years. Four days ago, our two year warranty on these appliances ran out…
Last night, when A. came home I exclaimed, “Oh, hi honey. I am SO glad you are home.”
As he walked into the kitchen, he eyed me skeptically. After all, I usually say, “Hi, how was your day?” when he comes home.
“Why?” he said.
“Because I think the dishwasher is clogged.” And that is how our evening began.
We spent all evening scooping water that smelled like it came from a sewer out of the dishwasher, blowing through hoses, and unscrewing parts that probably shouldn’t have been unscrewed before finally coming to the conclusion that the pump is probably kaput.
This morning, A. called the repair man, who promptly told us that he can’t come until NEXT Thursday! Oh the horror! He also told us that he can’t tell us how much the repair will cost until AFTER he looks at the machine. Just to look at the machine will cost us 58 euros that must be paid in cash at the time of the visit. Only at that time will the repair man be able to tell us how much it will cost to fix the damn thing. We have already discussed it may be cheaper to buy a new dishwasher.
The down side is that until then I will have to wash dishes. I HATE to wash dishes.
The up side is we will be eating out a lot in the next week! 
4:00 Update
I just got a call from the repair man’s office. They will be able to squeeze us in on Tuesday!
