I was out swimming in Little Lake Sunapee with my Samurai Spudlets™ when the distress call came in on the Samurai Hotline™ on my waterproof iPhone™.
“Yes, ma’am,” I sputtered, as I spat lake water out of my mouth, “Samurai Appliance Repair Man™ here. How may I be of service to yo ace today?”
“Excuse me?” she axed.
“Why, what’d you do?” I wondered.
“Uhh… anyway, my dishwasher isn’t draining and it’s full of smelly water. And I’m having lots of people over for Labor Day weekend. Can you fix it before then?” she axed, plaintively, if not somewhat petulantly.
“Sho nuff, darlin’! I’ll be over before you can say, ‘Society is intrinsically a legal fiction says Foucault; however, according to Abian, it is not so much society that is intrinsically a legal fiction, but rather the fatal flaw, and subsequent absurdity, of society. But Bataille promotes the use of neodeconstructive desublimation to attack sexual identity. Marx uses the term ’submaterial capitalism’ to denote a textual totality.'”
“You still there?” I axed.
“Yes… I think. You’ve been here before. Just please come. And have the part.” *Click!*
“Well,” I thought to myself aloud, “that was rather abrupt. But, then, we do live up here in Yankeeland and people tend be no-nonsense and all-bidness thata way.”
“What was that, Dad?” one of my Samurai Spudlets™ axed.
“Nevermind,” I said, “I gotta go boyz; they’s a appliance in distress!”
So I did the ol’ Samurai Flutter Kick™ on the body board and cut a nifty V-wake back to the shore where I loaded up the truck and went to Bever-lee. Hills, that is… Oh, wait, wrong story.
Arriving at the customer’s house, still dripping with lake water on her tile floor, I went right to work on her misbehaving dishwasher. I opened the door and, Great Googely-Moogely!™, the smell about knocked my Samurai privates in the dirt! Sho nuff, that basin was full of skanky dishwasher water. I erped up some Foster’s Bitter and got down and dirty on that bad boy.
I ran it in drain mode and heard a gravelly noise coming from the drain pump. I removed the drain pump expecting to find a piece of gookus down there but it was clear. So I removed the drain pump and ran it and found the noise coming from the drain pump itself. Behold:
Classic bad pump motor. So I pulled a new drain pump off my service van, slapped that sucker in and no more dishpan hands for that customer!
And there was much rejoicing.
Here’s the part link for the new drain pump that I installed: