Well over a decade ago all of our appliances died at once.  Not all at once like at the very same minute, more like all at once in the very same month.  One after the other, they all bit the dust.

First, it was the fridge.  It stopped fridging.  Things that should be cold got warm.  This was unacceptable.  Then the dryer met its maker.  If I remember correctly, it was made by Whirlpool.  So yes, you may infer that the dryer met Whirlpool when it stopped drying.  The washer met Whirlpool, as well.  Whirlpool is a very just appliance god.  Whirlpool made sure that the washer wasn’t separated from its mate.  If they were going to go, they were going to go together.

It was obviously time to go appliance shopping.  We headed to Sears.  Remember Sears?  Yeah, this was WELL over a decade ago.  Anyhow, we went there and bought a washer, dryer, fridge and just for fun, a dishwasher and upright freezer.  I got a black fridge (very cool) and the washer and dryer were in this really cool slate gray.  That color would be perfect in our laundry room.  Woohoo!  Now you would think this would be the happy ending that anyone would wish for after surviving an appliance apocalypse, but it wasn’t that easy.

The new fridge was awesome and it fridged everything just right.  The upright freezer was an outstanding addition to our appliance fleet.  I could freeze as much as my heart desired.  Apparently, my heart desired a lot of frozen stuff because we filled it rather quickly.   How did I ever live without a dishwasher?  I love my dishwasher and it loves me.  I just know it does.

The dryer was delivered but it was hard to know just how well it worked because the washing machine was back ordered.  The really cool shade of slate gray I ordered would be available in a week.  I could live with that, no problem.

The week turned into two.  It was no longer a ‘no problem’ sort of deal.  It was a problem.  When it stretched out to three weeks and then four, it was a big freaking (not the first word that came to mind as I typed this) PROBLEM!

You might be asking yourself why we didn’t just go to the laundromat, and that would be a valid question.  I didn’t go there because of an oath I made to myself.  When Bill and I were first married, we did the apartment/laundromat thing and I was not a fan.  But the necessity of clean clothes made my path clear. I had no alternative and I accepted that…until we bought the house and had appliances of our own.  It was then that I vowed I would never do another load of laundry in a laundromat ever again!  Just because this stupid washer in a cool shade of slate gray was going to be late, I was not going to let myself down.

As you can imagine, there were certain ramifications that resulted from this decision.  About a week into this fiasco, we ran out of hamper space.  As time went on, I was wearing outfits to work that were increasingly “interesting.”  I dug clothes out from the back of my closet that hadn’t seen the light of day in ages.  My mixing and matching of separates became more ‘peculiar,’ or as I like to think of it, ‘creative’ as time went on.

I drove by that laundromat twice a day, and I won’t say I wasn’t tempted.  However, an oath is an oath and I wasn’t about to break it.  I had to come up with another plan.

By the second week, we were stuffing dirty clothes in garbage bags.  That helped alleviate the hamper problem, but where to put the bags till that freaking (again, not the first word I thought of) washer showed up.  Then it hit me.  The truck!!!  We both had cars but we also had an old Chevy Luv pickup truck with a cap on it.  The truck looked a lot like the one up there at the top of the page, only it was black.  That truck became our new hamper.  The truck hamper was born!  By the time that freaking washer arrived, the back of that truck was full of dirty laundry in garbage bags.

I sense you have some questions.  Let me see if I can answer some of them here and now:

“How on earth could the truck be so full of laundry that it piled up to the ceiling of the cap?”  Perhaps the better question is “How long did we have to endure this washerless existence?”  About three months.  I’ll just pause for a second for you to process that.  Three months of not washing clothes.

Did we end up wearing dirty clothes during any of this?  We did not.  I did a lot of clothes shopping during that time, I won’t lie.  When my mode of dress became too outlandish, I had to buy some new duds.  Hey, it was a sacrifice I was willing to make!

During the truck hamper experience, I bought 100 pairs of underwear.  Ok, it probably wasn’t exactly a hundred, it was well over 100!  No lie.  The truck hamper experience happened well over 10 years ago. Every once in a while I will tell Bill that I’m still wearing truck hamper underwear and we’ll have a good laugh.  I haven’t bought a pair of underwear since!

Yes, I do wear underwear till it has holes in it.  Yes, my mother would be mortified if I had to be picked up by an ambulance and they saw that I had holey underwear.  Still, I am proud of the fact that I still wear truck hamper underwear!  It is a testament to keeping my oath to myself!

Last year I had to smile as they were hauling off that washer.  I’m sure the appliance guys wondered why I was so amused.  They had no idea that some of that truck hamper underwear outlived the washer, including the pair I was wearing then and there.



53 thoughts on “The Truck Hamper Experience

  1. This story made me laugh until I had tears! Truck hamper underwear lol!!!! I cannot imagine going 3 months! I worked as a Firefighter/Medic and there is a whole bunch of holey underwear going on out there 😊💗 This is the best story. How are Walter and Greta 🐕🐾

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    1. I’m so glad I made you laugh! The dogs are experiencing a detente today. I drugged them! Walter gets anti-anxiety meds when he’s totally off the wall. Doggie chill pills! I gave a couple to Greta today, too. They are sleepy and when they do greet each other it’s pretty mellow. I needed a day of rest. Thanks for asking, sweetie! ❤️

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  2. Look at the brighter side,because your washer arrived late you got do so much shopping. You must have felt that you have reached heaven.

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  3. You know Linda if anyone but you wrote this I would have said it was BS. No one could stink, I mean stick, to an oath for that long. However coming from you I just smiled and continued to read. Hilarious!!!🐲❤️🐉❤️🐲❤️❤️😂😂

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  4. I’m drinking my coffee and laughing my head off but I feel your “pain “😂and I share a mother obsessed with underwear in case of an accident.Its been since I can dress on my own that she taunts me about wearing always good and matching underwear in case something happened and it is so radicated in me that I still hear her words in my head every time I get dressed……🤷🏻‍♀️

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      1. Only did it by 1 part… I’m now going to give myself a little bit of time off from it and then return and rewrite it and edit it in turn it into something completely different probably but the main characters i plan to keep….

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  5. Love this post. Our washer and dryer died within a month apart. Luckily at the same time I received a small inheritance from an uncle so I was able to buy new ones. I took the old washer and dryer to the scrap place and got a few bucks.

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  6. This is brilliant. Your writing is so funny Linda 🙂

    We run appliances like this into the ground because it it just too much hassle to buy a new one before it gets desperate. Plus Susan is a technophobe. We have had her late fathers microwave for nearly a year now and she just gives it the evil eye occasionally and doesn’t use it. Though she happily uses the one at work. Go figure.

    Susans mothers twin tub washer lasted 30 years, our own first washer/dryer lasted 16 years. When we went to replace it the guy in the shop said we would be lucky to get 5 years out of a new one. What have they forgotten about building washers????

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      1. Haha… Oh you are missing the point. The “holes” in lacy underwear are strategically placed for appeal. Regular holes from wear and tear are often in the wrong spots. 😄

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  7. hahahaha 🤣🤣We had the back ordered washing machine too, but I did the Laundromat shuffle. Full disclosure, all my current underwear have holes! when you workout a lot they don’t live long!!

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  8. Your post had me chuckling, so I had to share it. I put a comment on the reblog. Frankly, I was relieved to know that others wear holey underwear. That’s the point when I throw them away.
    I loved the truck hamper also. I’ll have to have a character do that. Which means I should get back to my writing.

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