Why the internet is awesome

[gfrancie]

The house we bought came with a dryer. But not a washer.
I know.
Odd.
Anyways so when we moved in we bought a nice Kenmore washer and kept the old dryer. (also a Kenmore)
From the look of the faux-wood decoration that the oh so fashionable dryer sported it may have been with the house since it was built. (1977)
The dryer has served us well but over time it has begun to eat our clothes.
It was decided that it was time to send that dryer home to Jesus.
So I began looking at dryers online at Sears.
We found a dryer that had all the things we wanted, it was slightly on sale and we could purchase it on line. We didn't have to drive all the way down South to the Bermuda triangle of Big Box stores. Nor did we have to put up with some irritating sales guy named Chad or Kevin who tries to push the extra service agreement or says, "oh yeah that model is nice but if you spend 200 more you can get this model that will take twenty years to save you 100 bucks in energy bills. Blah blah gotta push it. Commission-sauce."
We sat here on the sofa, listening to the radio, playing with Senor Onion and picked it out. It will be delivered tomorrow and they are hauling away the old one to the great appliance showroom in the sky. (In that place there are cute girls fondling the appliances a la The Price is Right)

Senor Onion woke up very early this morning. The upside is much has been accomplished.
The downside is he woke up very early this morning.
But hey, I dropped off the shoes I wanted to return, took care of the grocery shopping, picked up some new moisturizer, (because I freaking don't have enough) and picked out the super amazing new dryer of delight. I think I will name the dryer, Chad.
Or Kevin.

And that is why the internet is awesome.

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[bovril.livejournal.com]

The other nice thing about the internet is that you can often find manuals and technical materials. A year ago, I wanted to turn my fridge door from left-hand to right-hand hinge, so I googled the model number and quickly had a three-page set of detailed instructions about how to do it.

[gfrancie.livejournal.com]

I did not know that.
That is kind of cool.

A little bit of Jack Nicholson never killed anybody...

[photosexual.livejournal.com]

When I encounter sales people like that, the ones who forget about what they're there for, and memorize the scripted commission bait and you see the auto-instinct $$ replace their pupils, I tend to lean to the psycho reserve I keep, which suddenly turns the tables and makes the sale short and sweet. And scary:

Chad: "And for an extra 200 dollars..."
Me: "Hey, listen, Larry..."
Chad: "It's Chad..."
Me: "Right. So, Larry, I was thinking that if I just got the FREAKING DRYER I WANTED NOW FOR THE PRICE IT SAYS ON IT, I COULD SPEND THAT EXTRA 200 DOLLARS ON FINE BOOZE NOW INSTEAD OF RE-CALCULATING MY BUDGET OVER THE NEXT TWENTY YEARS AND I'D BE HOME WITH A DRYER, DRUNK AND HAPPY, OK?!" (Bonus points for developing a facial tick and a slight sheen of sweat during the outburst, or producing a large, edged gardening tool out of nowhere)
Chad: (quivering) "Y-yes sir. Would you like that gift-wrapped?"

[cut to vendor delivery van loading scene, with huge dryer box gift wrapped in festive paper and dramatic satin bow. Warehouse workers struggle to load it under the careful and scowling eye of the customer, without tearing the fine wrapping job just done. Fade to black]

Re: A little bit of Jack Nicholson never killed anybody...

[gfrancie.livejournal.com]

Seriously.
Dude.
I would love to go shopping with you.

I want you to ask the guy if the washer comes in pretty pretty princess sparkly pink.

[planxi-mihi.livejournal.com]

Chad/Kevin+Commissionsauce = LULZ. I am cracking up.

[gfrancie.livejournal.com]

Everything is better with sauce.
And you know half of those guys are named Kevin or Chad.

[scream4noreason.livejournal.com]

The other great thing about the internet is that I get to read blogs by nice girls who will one day be really darn good published authors.

[gfrancie.livejournal.com]

awww shucks.

[jillithian.livejournal.com]

Hmm.

I have to say that when I worked at Sears, there was no salesman named Kevin or Chad. Chad was the dreamy guy in Replenishment that moved all of the heavy things to the appliance department. He also helped me out of my car when the doors froze shut with me in it. And, you know, he was pretty dreamy.

My house came with a washer and dryer.

The dryer's brand is "Lady Kenmore". My husband is all proud of it. He says it could be an antique.

Based on the fact that our house is only a couple years younger than he is, I tend to disagree and just think it's on its way out the door as soon as it starts eating any socks.

[gfrancie.livejournal.com]

Cute as Chad may have been -if he had been a salesguy he would have been an irritation.
It's law.
So who were the irritating sales dudes in appliances at your Sears?

I like the idea of a Lady Kenmore. I think my Grandma may have had one.