I hate Se@rs. Here's why.
When we bought our house, it came with old-ish appliances, maybe 20 years old? Maybe I'm exaggerating? I really don't know. But old enough so that the dishwasher looks like it's about to fall apart, and you really have to scrub the dishes before putting them in before they will come out remotely clean. Most of the time they come out looking grungier than they started. On rare occasions the soap dispenser doesn't open properly, so a blob of dish washing detergent is left behind on the door. My in-laws had the same dishwasher which ended up breaking and leaking all over the place. I've known for some time we should replace it, so a couple months ago we decided to do something about it. Our range was also too retro for our liking (and not in the good way), so we decided to replace that while we were at it. I picked out the appliances online and went to Se@rs thinking I could order them, have them installed, and be a happy consumer within a couple weeks time.
Boy was I wrong. The first time I went in, I was told that the manufacturer was no longer making the range I wanted. I left the store upset. After all, when I set my mind to something, I have a hard time letting go. But, alas, my husband persuaded me that another model of range was better anyway. And so I returned to the store only to be told that I couldn't buy that one either. I left again, angry with the salesman who tried briefly to sell me a lesser range. (You may wonder why I didn't just order the dishwasher. Well, most of the time when you order more than one appliance you get a better deal. Plus, I was angry with these people and didn't want them to get a commission off of me!)
So I waited a few more weeks for another good sale to happen, and returned to the store. This time... everything was in stock! Or at least it would be in a couple weeks, and I could at least order it then! Yay! Victory! Axel had joined me on that particular trip, and I kept him occupied opening and closing the ovens while I quickly made the purchase.
When I got home I checked the receipt... and realized they had put the wrong model number on it. Ironically, it was the model number of the first range I had wanted - but I didn't want it anymore. I called the next morning and they were able to make the change over the phone. Phew.
A couple weeks later I got the call from the appliance delivery and installation people - my dishwasher had arrived! They'd install it tomorrow! I'd have clean dishes within 24 hours! Yahoo!
Later that day I received another phone call from the delivery people. The truck carrying MY dishwasher was in an accident and they'd call me the next day to let me know whether it had been damaged.
It had. The truck rolled and everything in it was damaged. They would have to reorder the dishwasher. Oh well, I thought, we'll just have it installed at the same time as the range, later the next week.
Sears called next to tell me that my appliances had been delayed until the 20th. Then they called again to say they were delayed until Oct 1st. Today I got a call from the delivery people saying they had the range! But it was a mistake - she was reading the old notes that said it would arrive on the 20th. It hadn't, of course.
And so, at dinner tonight, we cooked on our feeble stove, and loaded our feeble dishwasher, grumbling the whole time about how we should have new appliances by now. And Axel toddled to the dishwasher, and as he likes to do, started to climb up on the open door.
This time, however, he paused and dipped his finger into the blob of Cascade (camouflaged against the white dishwasher door) leftover from the load we ran last night, and briefly popped it into his mouth. (It looked like yogurt that may have fallen out of a poorly rinsed bowl, so I - stupidly - dipped my finger in and stuck a dab on my tongue just to be sure.)
Yeah.
I sprang into action and got a big soggy washcloth and wiped his face and his hands, and whisked him into the bathroom where I could hose out his mouth. He cried the whole time, not because his mouth was burning, but because I was manhandling him. I'm not even convinced any of it really got inside his mouth. Once in the tub, I gave him a cup of water, and he took some sips. I poured water over his head hoping some would get in his mouth as it usually does. Of course, he liked none of this and promptly climbed out of the tub and onto my lap.
I'm sure he's fine. I'm not, of course.
And I still don't have my appliances!
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