Our dryer broke on Saturday night. If I could choose any appliance to break at any place at any time, it would be a dryer, in Tucson, in the summertime. It's really not that big of a deal. Still, we needed to get it fixed.
The dryer dude came over today and tucked himself away in the laundry closet, disconnecting various parts and tubes to figure out what was wrong. Then he said what I think is something I never really want to hear from a dryer dude when he's rummaging around behind the dryer:
[really fakely innocent- and nonchalant-like] "Ummm, so...do you guys have a pet?"
We told him we didn't, at which point he didn't have to tiptoe around announcing to us the fact that there was a small, DEAD animal inside of the dryer lint tube thing.
I'm glad he had the sensitivity to test the waters before announcing that our possible pet had met its untimely death in the dryer lint venting apparatus, especially since Miriam was in the room at the time.