Do you remember that television commercial of three or four decades ago which featured the loneliest man in the world? It was the Maytag repair man, and he had no customers.
Fast forward to 2012. There is no Maytag man. Baby, you’re on your own if you happen to own anything made by Maytag.
Brenda, my best friend and closest neighbor invested megabucks in the Cadillac of Maytag refrigerators. She bought it four years ago when she renovated her vintage cottage. Brenda is a wonderful cook and one of those people who “puts up” fresh vegetables so she wanted the best refrigerator on the market.
Last week, the refrigerator just died. It was warmer inside that refrigerator than my house. I cleaned out all the dead bodies from my own fridge and Brenda brought over her perishables which included at least 14 pounds of cheese. Brenda, is a slender young thing. I couldn’t believe how much cheese she was boarding.
I digress. The point is she has been without a refrigerator for eight days. That, combined with the fact her husband is fighting cancer, would have killed a weaker woman. She is just as perky as she was when I met her 40 years ago. After all, she only has to walk across the street to get an egg.
Brenda is living with a dead 21st century Maytag and the company can’t seem to find the part to fix it.
Makes you want to go running screaming in the street, doesn’t it?