4:44pm Kenai, AK
Calling all Voodoo priestesses...I need an intervention. A few days after i arrived the commercial washer that we (meaning me) use to wash all of our fish gear and mopheads etc. mysteriously stopped working. Michelle (the woman who did my job last year) came down and was able to make it work once but that was it. Now it has been a few weeks. Apparently they call every day sometimes twice a day but they are not getting any answers. They say that is how it works up here especially when there is only one person who can fix the darn thing and he doesn't feel like picking up the phone - he has that luxury. He is out of Anchorage and when his services are needed he hops in his RV and hot foots it on out to wherever and if need be he stays over. He was supposed to come out one weekend but then that fell through and we haven't heard from him since. Well times are getting desperate - the fish are coming - and it just won't do to not have a commercial washer to handle all of the gear. Dale even tried calling a number he saw on the side of a truck while he was driving around but they don't do commercial washers. So short of finding a Shaman or Dion Warwick to come and shake a stick over the thing i don't know what to do.
John just came in and i told him my plight and he said that i should have Terry, one of the natives, take a look at. He makes harpoons in his bedroom. "If he can't fix it at least he could turn it into a seal killing machine or something." I just know that time is ticking and we need a solution. So drop some holy water in the mail or do a dance in your living rooms because i need a solution.
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Oh Honey! For all I deal with washing machines i can't think of how to help so I'll just find a campfire and do a little dance to the gods of Speedqueens and hope it works!
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