My old washer died two weeks ago, or rather it began to breathe funny, and make a clickclickclick sound around the agitator. So I did my famous appliance hunt, which mostly means walk in, find the cheapest one, and work my way up from there to the one I really want.
Two days ago I went back and the new one wagged its little stubby tail and looked as wan-but-expectant as any puppy in a pet store--the clerk knew, I could see him approaching from one side. Can I help you, he asked.(sly devil, he already knew I was hooked). Why yes, I answered, pointing. That one. And it was.