Maintenance at The Tavern

Ok, I'm not a mechanical engineer, hell, I'm not any kind of engineer but I think I have a fair amount of technical ability when it comes to taking things apart and putting them back together again.

This was seriously tested this weekend when all hell broke loose at the Tavern. The dishwasher door hinge decided it had had enough of being in it's proper place and promptly dislocated itself thereby ending all of it's super hero dishwashing abilities. Can anyone say emo? One thing you get used to when having a functioning dishwasher is not caring about using a glass, or caring about washing it.

This is a feeling I like being used to, and it's a feeling I decided to restore by utilizing my technical ability to repair the dish washer to it's former glory. I happily employed the help of the bosch electric screwdriver to rapidly get the dishwasher into it's core elements. I thought this would assist in me seeing the way the italians had put together this beast of a machine.

No, No, No. The Italians clearly didn't ever want anyone to fix one of these things. If it breaks, buy another Italian one, cause there aint no way u gonna get that hinge back to where it belongs. So after I'd dismantled the entire dishwasher, and I'm talking about a lot of different screws all removed from the beast I realized that logic, a screwdriver, and a spare part were not going to solve this little equation. No, it was time for multiple pairs of pliers, sweat, and brute force.

The dishwasher is back together again, there are a couple of washers and screws left over, but it works again, which should keep everyone calm. The mere thought of losing the Italian was enough to sadden me, needless to say, she would probably have been replaced by a Brazilian.

Whiskey Out.