I grew up with a washing machine that had three or four settings - hot, warm, and cold - and a dial with cycles such as delicate, cotton, and permanent press. I've finagled washing machines that were boxes that turned water before I had to hand carry laundry to a separate spinning device. I've refashioned my tub into a washing machine. I've done laundry in Europe with strange symbols, temperature displays (so much more complicated than the simple hot/cold distinction), and three hour cycles. In my Kazakh apartment, I am spoiled. I have a new newfangled "Candy" washing machine that has more options than I care to understand. Today, I tried with the manual (in five languages and as thick as a phone book) and managed to get into an argument with the machine. After spinning and sputtering, I put a stop to it, flooding the floor of my bathroom. I guess we know who won that argument!
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