“Karen, the dryer won’t shut off!”
I rushed out of the bedroom, down the hall, and into the laundry room. “What are you talking about? This is a brand-new machine.”
“I’m telling you,” shouted my husband Charles, “the darned thing keeps going and going. I don’t know what happened. I tossed in a load of clothes and now . . . well, listen for yourself.”
I opened the door of the dryer. The drum was still. No motion whatsoever, and yet I could hear a peculiar soft hum in the background. How unnerving. One more thing to handle in a week that was already bulging with problems and challenges as we moved into our new home.
Charles looked at his watch. “Too late for a repair call now. We’ll have to get on this ﬁrst thing in the morning. It’s a good thing it’s under warranty.”
“Wait!” I snapped my ﬁngers. “The circuit breaker box. Let’s try to shut it off by tripping the breaker. At least that way we won’t be in any danger from something overheating or shorting out.”
“Great idea!” Charles opened the metal box and ran his ﬁnger down the names of appliances and rooms. When he reached “dryer” he clicked the switch to OFF. But nothing changed. The faint hum persisted.
I felt my pulse jump. It was nearly 10:00. We were about to go to bed for much-needed sleep and now this. I tapped Charles on the arm. “Let’s pray about this. We need Holy Spirit wisdom to get through the night.”
We prayed and then slipped into bed. But ﬁrst Charles propped open the door to the dryer in case it might overheat while we were asleep.
The next morning, after a ﬁtful night of getting up and down checking to see if I smelled smoke, Charles called the appliance company. The service rep was confounded. She’d never heard of a dryer not shutting off, especially when someone tripped the breaker. She made an appointment for a technician to come out right away because this was an emergency.
That afternoon a young man in a blue work jacket with the name Jason sewed to the front pocket showed up at our door. He pulled out the dryer, checked all points, and tinkered with this and that while Charles and I stood aside, nearly holding our breath.
Then he stood up and shook his head from side to side. “This dryer is in perfect condition,” he said. “I don’t know what to tell you. I hear the noise too, but it’s not the dryer, you can be sure of that.”
My voice bumped up an octave. “No, we can’t!” I blurted. “I’ve been up half the night with worry. You can’t leave till you help us. What are we going to do? I have company coming next week, and we’ll have extra laundry for days.”
Jason breathed a sigh, and then brushed his hand over a set of switches next to the counter on the right side of the dryer. Click! Click! Click! The moment he touched the third one, the whirring noise ceased—just like that.
“What did you do?” Charles asked.
“Amazing!” I exclaimed.
“Looks as if this third switch is a fan of some kind,” the young man said. “Not sure where it goes, but it doesn’t have anything to do with the dryer.”
I slumped against the wall behind me. “Thank you. I’m totally embarrassed but completely thankful too.” My face turned pink.
“I’m the culprit,” Charles admitted. “Guess I bumped the switch this morning when I opened the cabinet above.”
The three of us had a good laugh as Jason packed up his toolbox. “There’s no charge,” the young repairman said. “It seems this fan is there to cool off the dryer as it spins. But it’s not from our company.”
I sighed in relief. Apparently it came with the house!
Charles reached into his pocket, pulled out a five-dollar bill and pressed it into Jason’s free hand. “Have a coffee or a Coke on us,” he said. “We’re heading back to bed for a good day’s sleep!”
Make every effort to add to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge (2 Peter 1:5).