Things were...

Playing games again

... going so well. It seemed like we were finally back on track. We had turned the proverbial corner. A rocky relationship, that had its fare share of fists and starts, was now sailing along smoothly. But then, out of the blue, we were right back to square one. There was no sign things were taking a turn south. Only the cryptic message of "F29*" was given which said it all. It's was over. Yes, washer number four was on the blink again. Repaired last week and working throughout the week, it decided to go on hiatus again, leaving the Hall with only four working washers. Suffice it say, the laundry room once again became like the Jersey Turnpike on a Friday in summer, or, if you are from the West Coast, like, well, choose any highway in LA. One person who has been particularly hit hard by this sad turn of events is Jacob Smith. Only last week Smith praised the washer, proclaimed a new day for clean clothes and hygiene at Steds. Click HERE. On washer number four not working, a visibly disturbed Smith said, in a weak and cracking voice, "I feel betrayed." 

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