This Is Not a Love Story

 
A couple months ago, not long after The GF and I moved in together, my ancient washing machine crapped out on me. It didn't just die, no. It crawled to its deathbed with an unholy stench. (My guess what that a motor or something in there went out, hence the reek if I tried to use it...)

I did what I always do in these situations--I ran to Craigslist. I found a few, made some calls, sent a few emails...and asked The GF to keep an eye on my email and maybe try checking Craigslist again laterin case someone sent word about a machine or posted about a different one while I was at work.

She didn't check my email. She probably didn't even wait five minutes after I'd left to start a search of her own.

But I didn't know that.

I came home from work like I usually do. I came in, went to the bathroom, washed up a bit, changed clothes...yadda yadda...

The Girlfriend was sitting on the couch with an expectant look on her face.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing, I guess," she said. She seemed disappointed. I was definitely confused. I got up to get my phone, which I'd left in the bathroom when I changed. Again, The GF had a big smile on her face--and, again, I was confused.

"You're unbelievable," she said.

"What?" I asked (starting to see a pattern, are we?)

She took me by the hand and led me back into the bathroom. (At this point, it would be helpful for you to know that, in our duplex, the washer and dryer connections are in the bathroom.) She closed the door, and looked at me expectantly. (Again.)

I still didn't get it.

Finally, she pointed to the washing machine. HANG ON! The BRAND NEW WASHING MACHINE!

"Whaaaaaaaat?" (That's me. Again.)

Yeah, I'm oblivious.
 


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