Our small town has a family owned appliance store that's the only place in town to get the big, electronic must-haves of modern living, and being relatively new to town and totally in-love with the smallness of it all, we chose to support our local businesses when we decided on a dishwasher purchase awhile back.
The store was crowded, but clean, bright and inviting. A myriad of bulky household items were sorted, organized and placed logically inside the steel building that sits just on the outskirts of town. Appliances to the west (stoves, ovens, dishwashers, washer and dryers, fridges, microwaves, etc), living area to the east (sofas, barcaloungers and big screen tv's), office in the back and beds arranged nearly on top of each other about the middle.
The girls scattered as soon as entered the building and saw the amusement to be had in the maze that was the unboxed inventory on the floor.
We met up with the genuinely friendly owner who helped up select a dishwaher to our liking.
10 minutes or so after we arrived back home, up drove a red pick up with our new dishwasher in the back, the appliance store owner's son at the wheel.
The skinny-as-a-rail teen brought the new cardboarded beast up the steps and through the front door with not a grunt to his name, smiled, said his "thank-ya-and-see-ya-round's" and was off.
From the time we decided that morning while eating our omelettes to go and get a dishwasher, to the time I was loading my first load of dirty dishes and dollop of Cascade into our new stainless steel lined German incredulity of fluid dishwashing dynamics, 90 brief minutes had progressed on the wall clock.
Almost a year and a half and hundreds of loads of dishes, plates, glasses, mugs, forks, spoons, knives, chopsticks, and rice bowls later, our wonderful white dishwashing dynamo is still going strong...as is our local appliance store.
In fact, I spotted these in a recent full-color newspaper insert ad he was running in our local paper -- a first for him. Business must be good.
No wonder with offerings such as this...
Guess the days of sticking your keg in a bathtub full of ice in the back bathroom are over. Even beer busts have gone high tech out here on the prairie.