It's over, he said; go to BestBuy and find a new machine, ma'am, one that won't break your heart.
How can I be that callous? For me, a relationship with an appliance is a serious thing, a commitment even (just hush up about that little frost-free fling I had in February, all right?). How can I turn my back on an appliance that served me well for almost 2 years, washing my dishes (and drying them - without bickering) twice a day? Oh, yes, there was that rough spot when it refused to latch shut - but we got past that. I learned to forgive and forget, never realizing - alas! - that our days together were numbered.
O KitchenAid! My KitchenAid! Our fearful trip is done!
Our dishes stacked in every rack, no load left unrun;
Repairman's here, dishwasher dear, the children all exulting,
While follow eyes his steady hand, his toolbag grim and daring:
But O heart! Heart! Heart!
O, empty detergent cup!
On the floor my KitchenAid lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
[With sincere apologies to Mr. Walt Whitman]