We got a new (used) dryer. Our old one had a bad habit of chewing large holes in our clothing and took four to six hours to dry a load of laundry. These indiscretions might have been overlooked, but the otherworldly sound it made was unforgivable. Think of fingernails on a chalkboard, only the dryer is in the basement and this could be heard on the second floor of the house. So “fingernails on a chalkboard” on steroids for four hours. It had to go. We replaced it with a happy little dryer that makes a gentle hum as she works. She can dry a load of laundry in just one cycle. I love her.
The only way to get her where she needed to be was via the stairs from the garage to the basement. They are treacherous and dark, and I’m pretty sure I recently saw them featured in a horror movie.