THE DRYER THAT REFUSED TO DIE

A true sitcom episode from the Oathka Universe

Let me tell you about my dryer. This machine has been through wars. It has survived years of laundry, chaos, and my “I’ll fix it myself” engineering.

One day, we discovered a crack in the drum. A normal person would say:

“Time to buy a new dryer.”

But me? No. I looked at that crack and said:

“Not today.”

So what did I do? I grabbed silver heat‑resistant tape like a home‑appliance surgeon and patched that thing up like it was a spaceship hull.

My husband: “Oath… we should replace it.”

Me: “It still spins.”

And it DID. For months. Maybe years. Honestly, I lost track.

Fast forward to this morning.

I turned it on. It made a noise that sounded like a dinosaur giving its final roar. Then it stopped. Completely.

I just stood there like:

“…well, I’m not surprised.”

I did my research — because of course I did — and guess what? I found people who did worse repairs than me. Suddenly, I felt like a professional engineer.

Then I checked the repair cost. It was higher than buying a new dryer. That was the moment I knew:

It’s time.

My husband, who has been waiting for this day since the crack appeared, immediately said:

“Let’s upgrade both — washer and dryer.”

Even though the washer still works perfectly fine.

So tomorrow, we’re going out to pick our new laundry heroes. Goodbye silver tape. Goodbye cracked drum. Goodbye prehistoric noises.

A new era begins.