My sweet wife had pointed out several times that the clothes-dryer was making  noise. She wasn't nagging. It just takes a while to get my attention. I received a "squeaky" email yesterday. The noise had escalated to a metal on metal sound, so she concluded that the machine couldn't be used until it was fixed. So when I left the office I put on my grubbies, got my tools and began to do what real men do--finally.
It kind of reminds me of an aptitude test I took back in high school. "If wheel X is turning clockwise, which direction is wheel Y turning?
You could look around the room and see guys--it was almost all guys who took this test--drawing circles in the air. In yesterday's case the squeaky wheel--it turned out to be a worn out Drum Support Roller--caused my wife to be sweetly insistent (You really didn't think I'd go there, did you?), which finally got the well-rusted, amateur appliance technician to turn a screwdriver.
As the saying goes, the squeaky wheel got the oil. Knowing that this is only a temporary fix, the loud-mouthed wheel and its twin will soon be replaced. Squeak too much and you get rejected.
OK, this could go in a lot of directions:
Perhaps you'll be amused to come up with a "moral to the story." It will amuse me to hear your suggestions.
If you need inspiration click this link.It's Something to Think (Squeak) About.STTA
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