It’s easy to think of washing machines as being a little boring, that is, until you have to live without one.
If that day comes, you’re not going to want an appliance repairer who is just going to lean against a fence, chew on a toothpick, and talk about the good old days when washing machines were made from solid steel, weighed more than a bus, and lasted seven generations.
You’re going to want a man or woman of knowledge, action and singular focus. You want a washing machine loving appliance enthusiast to come and sort you out as good as new in half the time it takes to boil an egg.
Washerman loves washing machines, because washing machines are bloody marvellous. Imagine what a smelly, messy world we would live in if it wasn’t for our little metal and plastic friends…
Your grandma, or maybe you grandma’s grandma, told stories of beating their knuckles raw on jagged rocks in a frigid river just to wash their clothes. They would lose gallons of blood from leeches and eel bites. Some of them didn’t make it, taken by crocs or sharks, bitten by snakes, or attacked by swarms of killer hornets. Those that did make it risked having their clean clothes stolen by bushrangers or escaped convicts.
We modern folk, we future dwellers, we pampered people of the realms of technological fantasy, are spared this life due to the noble little washing machine. They serve in almost every house, often neglected, unsung champions, rarely praised.
Washers of the world: top loaders, front loaders, twin tubs, washer dryer combos, we salute you and we love you. Thank you for your selfless and tireless service.
Love, Washerman xxxxoo