Nothing better than listening to a dryer purring nicely, more nicely that I ever remember it purring

What make it better: this was after a few days of it sounding, on startup, like it was trying to shoot itself in the face with a machine gun. A crappy machine gun.

What makes it even better: the repairman was a 70-something dapper man originally from somewhere in the Tri-State Area, showing up with gradiated tinted lenses, denim shirt and pants matching exactly, and a white tie.

And even better: my Elderly Relative wandered into the garage to meet him, in only a shirt and a smile. I think, if you have been reading closely. my Elderly Relative has an issue with pants, and the wearing of.

And even even: $10 senior citizen discount!