October 26, 2006
My husband comes home yesterday a bit earlier than usual. Our conversation kinda went like this:
Hey, you’re home early.
Yup. I got you something today.
You did? *Me jumping up and down all excited*
Ya, come out to the truck and see.
Okay!
I walk out and see a big beige-ish/brown-ish metal thing. Oh, it’s a dryer. And not a new dryer. It’s a dryer from the dryer ghetto.
My dryer hasn’t been working well lately. It would normally take 4 times to dry a load of towels. It was like a crap shoot. Sometimes you’d hit the jackpot and the thing would dry your clothes and then other times, you’d go down to the laundry room, expecting to put on your favorite jeans and go out drinking doing nice things for the elderly and then you’d get all disappointed because they’d still be soaking wet. Wet jeans are not fun to put on lemme just tell ya.
I try to act excited but honestly, who gets their panties in a bunch over an older than dirt dryer? But then I decided, well, if the thing works, that should be all that matters. I mean, so it’s really ugly looking. So it looks like someone shit on it. So it looks like it hasn’t been cleaned since the ice age. If it works, then yay.
Hubby gets it all hooked up and anxiously waits for me to put some wet laundry in it. Low and behold, I happened to have some and reluctantly inserted it into the drum. I turn it on. And wait. My husband leaves for an appointment and calls me afterwards.
Well?
Well what?
Does it work?
What?
Duh, the dryer.
Oh, yes it does.
It does? Really?
Yes, I swear.
That’s great!
Yes, it is.
I know, I know, it’s kinda ugly but it works.
This is true.
And I only paid $20 bucks for it!
I know you said.
You’re excited about it right?
I suppose I am. I mean it sucks wearing wet jeans. And panties. And socks. And drying off with wet towels.
Well there you go.
Yup.
So there you have it. Love Thursday, Ghetto style. Thanks honey for thinking of me and my wet panties and bringing home the ugliest dryer on the face of the earth. But it works!
Be sure to click the pictures and read the labels, the dryer totally came like that. I swear. *Looking around*. Oh and I swear I washed the damn thing but that bitch ain’t getting any cleaner than that!
