bosch diswasher
8 year old white bosch diswasher. All there, but has a mind of it’s own. Runs when it wants to. You can turn it on and 8 hours later it will start.
Price is right, could be good for a camp or parts
Hey kids! Where do YOU want to go this summer? Baseball Camp? Chess Camp? Space camp?
Well, tough. You’re going to broken dishwasher camp. Deal with it.
(Thanks, Ralph!)
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Who wants 8:30 PM in the ‘when do we get clean dishes to eat lunch on’ pool? Well, campers? Jenny, get out of there with that socket wrench, or we’ll have to start the betting all over again.
Run when you want to.
Run around the camp.
Run when you want to,
Or you’ll get sold for parts.
Run when you want to.
Run around the camp.
Run when you want to,
Without anything but the cups and plates.
There was, for a brief firefly while, a very top-end dishwasher that only had one button, an “On” button. The machine had one cycle, and that was it.
But, it ran to about $3000, what with having special sensors and features to be able to wash anything from cooking utensils to a single china saucer.
The market that could afford such an appliance also could afford help who could sort out controls for various features, too. They seldom needed/desired timed-delay features, as that was the “help’s” area, and not in their own living areas.
That company went out of business faster than DeLorean, only without managing to become infamous first.
So I should stop tearing apart this dishwasher looking for cocaine? Good to know.
Excuse me, is your refrigerator running? …never mind, then.
[appliance corey]
There is a batch of Bosch d/w that have controls on the door edge that have a history of bad timer circuit boards. Which, in some irony, may not have been designed to operate in the heat of a drying cycle.
[/corey]
Much like the Apple III and its “brilliant” design feature to use the casing as a heat sink, causing disks to melt and chips to pop out of their slots.
Precisely.
And, the repair will not fix the defect.
This is similar to a certain Detroit auto-maker that shopped engine parts out (not an uncommon practice) but failed to include any tolerances for thermal expansion on those parts–which turned out very poorly.
Uh…Sparky? I think you’re only supposed to wait four hours or risk injury.
Hello corner! Oooh…pumpkin coffee slices…yummy!
*gets in line for pumpkin coffee slices*
I’m curious to know if this was a sudden thing or if the dishwasher had been losing time for a while – a few minutes here, an hour there – and Sparky finally decided that eight hours was the breaking point.
Because 6 1/2 hours was truly workable for this family? Yes. They have a high bar set for inadequacies.
Six and a half was fine, even seven and a half, but eight hours? That’s just inconvenient.
Load it up, turn it on, go watch your soaps.
then later…
Load it up, turn it on, go out for a night on the town.
later…
Load it up, turn it on, go to sleep.
later…
Load it up, turn it on, go away for a weekend.
and finally…
Load it up, turn it on, move out of your apartment and scare the bejeezus out of the next tenant.
Step 1 – Fill diswasher with liquid soap and turn on
Step 2 – Panel over diswasher with drywall
Step 3 – Move out and sell home
Step 4 – Offer to buy back home at reduced price after “Foam Ghosts” appear
Step 5 – Profit!
And, it took them eight years to notice, too.
“…dis washer…. has a mind of it’s own.” —
“I’m sorry Dave, I’m afraid I can’t do that….”
“Runs when it wants to…. 8 hours later it will start.” —
I bet on a horse like that once.
“…could be good for a camp….” —
“Hello Muddah, hello Fadduh,
Here I am at Camp Grenada….
You remember Leonard Skinner
He got ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner.”
Many doors for the Allan Sherman reference, Ralph.
Well, I learned something today. I thought that was Danny Kaye…
Price is right! Bob, I bid, um…ohhh…$99.99. (I miss Bob Barker)
Here, hand me that rifle…
*adjusts scope*
There, that oughta do it.
Don’t forget to allow for windage!
I swear it wasn’t me.
Must be a male dishwasher. 8) I ask my honey to run the dishwasher, and sometimes as much as 24 hours go by before it actually happens.
*Turns on Dishwasher*
Wait for it. Wait for it. Waaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiit for it.
Come on people. It’s 8 years old. I don’t know of any 8 year olds that do chores in a timely manner. It just needs to mature… or a better incentive.
Hey, when I get turned on, I don’t immediately take out the trash. That would be weird. So I don’t really see a problem here.
And yes, I have a mind of my own too.
It’s a diswasher. After washing your disrespect, It’s bound to get some caught in it and start dissing back. Just clean out the filter and it will probably run like new.
But, since it’s a Bosch, it will probably be like changing the #3 sparkplug on a 2400cc VW engine, and require pulling the whole thing out and dribbling no-lead on the camp floor . . .
From listening to Dad’s complaints over the years (he’s a retired mechanic) there are quite a few cars out there where you basically have to play three-dimensional TETRIS to fix even the tiniest problem.
The last car on which I did any of my own work beyond changing a flat was a 1992 Miata. Since then, what’s in the engine compartment looks like a space-filling curve made out of hoses.
Hoses, cables, wires, ducts, plena, et al, any of which, if knocked the least bit loose requires a $750 (plus tax) computer analysis to indicate which tiny hose wants reattaching for $5 (except the shop minimum labor charge is $50).
Goodness, I would hate to have a car that started 8 hours after I put the key in. I would be late everyday for work!
DAFT and Digi, you are first among equals, whatever that means. I’d make a rhyme but I’m out of thyme. 8)
Punchity Punch Punch!
Good Morning, Mr. Goodwrench!
Hail Caesar, full of grapes?