That Craig's List dishwasher we bought in February, after more agonizing than it took to send Seal Team 6 after Osama bin Laden? It's dead.
We didn't bother to bury it at sea, either.
Yeah, that's the word - vintage.
Early 90's, at best...but hey, the lady said it worked perfectly, right? Alas, she was unaware of our dishwasher-dooming powers; after several hours spent trying to hook it up (including 3 - count them, 3 - trips to Home Depot), Larry gave up. So now we have a vintage broken dishwasher gracing our kitchen, while atop it sits my dependable Michael Graves dish-drying rack, which has never given me a minute's worth of trouble.
That's right, I've moved on with my life. And I'm just hoping Larry gets me that dress in the ad there for Mother's Day...getting all gussied up might just take the sting out of handwashing the dishes.
The shoes would be nice, too.
[Dishwasher Ad: automaticwasher.org]