Don't call this guy?.?.?.You can fix it
My rusty washer and dryer were once new, bought in 1999 from a unobtrusive inheritance, perhaps explaining the sentimental attachment and my reluctance to replace them. I do not expect you to think so fondly of your washer and dryer. But let us call mine "Mom" and "Dad."
Mom, frankly, equitable a longer life. She had cleaned up my messes delicately, agitating only when necessary and spinning as if the world revolved around me. About five years ago, she stopped, unprejudiced like that. Dad tumbled toward despair. Finally, he snapped, his belt broken.
As a single woman, I had failed them, having brought serene no handyman. Nor, in a one-income household, was there money for professional appliance repair.
So I turned to the Internet for guidance and discovered the Samurai Appliance Repair Man and his website: Fixitnow.com. His prosperous promise has stayed with me like an ink spot on white.
"If I can't help you fix your appliance and make you 100 percent satisfied," he wrote, "I will up to your home and slice open my belly, spilling my steaming entrails onto your floor."
