So, I'm pretty sure that the problem with my totally awesome dishwasher stems from the fact that they are so incredibly stupid that they don't want you to put plates in the plate rack. Yep. 6 months of repair work and this is what I have discovered. I can hardly wait to call and give them an earful and request my new dishwasher installation. I want a dishwasher that you can use the entire bottom rack. Shouldn't be too much to ask for, right? Apparently, I am wrong. The collapsible rack in the back is what I'm left with. The front rack is for cereal bowls only? That is bull...so glad I came home... oh, and it also just melted my dishwasher safe cutting board.
I also got in my car to drive to dinner (keep in mind I have to watch the odometer because we all know my gas gauge doesn't work) and the odometer isn't working right, either. I pulled into my garage last night at 176.something. I pull out of my garage and it's at 192. Either my neighbors went for a joyride in my french fry filled, paper strewn Equinox with a broken CD player, I forgot where I left off the last time I drove, OR my odometer isn't working. I quickly sped off to gas station 5 miles down the road, praying I'd make it (200 miles is about all the 'Nox can do before running out on the amazing 12 gallon capacity). Well, lo and behold, I put in 10.7 gallons. Guess, it was closer to that 176 marker than the 192. Pretty sure the odometer is crap, too.
And, to add insult to injury, I spilled ranch dressing down the front of my sweatshirt. We all know that grease stain isn't coming out. So much for my totally perfect day. Guess I'll be crawling into bed with a movie to plot out my revenge on the appliance store. At least the night can end perfectly...
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