How tightly did that door on top seal? When I was reading the part about the care-free operation, I saw the word "soap" and though what would happen if it was really oversudsed and went into a spin? Would foam be forced out around the edges of the lid? Would the overworked transmission overheat and cause a fire? Since it was such a POS washing machine, all I can concentrate on is its destruction in spectacular ways.
Two things come to mind: When I was 6, I had to spend a day and night with friends when I had chickenpox and their youngest son squirted some liquid hand dishwashing detergent into the Apex Dish-A-Matic before their family retainer started it. There was no gasket around the porcelain lid and the suds poured out and down in all directions while the kid laughed and the poor lady kept wiping it up. The other thing is when we took throw rugs to the coin-op and there were Bendix or Philco-Bendix washers with little yellow knobs to select the wash and rinse temperatures and three little rectangular lights for wash, rinse and spin. They had a door on top for adding detergent, but it was not the metal or porcelain door like on home machines, but a gray soft, rubbery round door in a raised housing. Maybe some of our more mature members will recall them. Anyway, daddy overdosed the machines on detergent which was not especially low sudsing to begin with. After the wash, which looked like a blizzard whiteout through the window in the door, there was the 3/4 minute assured rinse to kill suds. Well, nothing that machine offered could cope with the suds situation. After the rinse ended and the drain continued in vain, the machine kicked into spin. Almost immediately, the suds pressure was relieved when the little gray door flipped up and the washer projectile-vomited suds up and forward over the front of the machine. There were other people there and it was embarrassing, but to see a washer vomit was so damn funny we could not stop laughing after the initial shock passed, at least my brother and I could not stop. We had never seen such a thing happen. Who could imagine it? The only saving factor was that we had stepped outside, maybe so daddy could smoke, so we were not actually in there when it erupted. Back then coin-ops had windows all across the front so we saw it all, but nobody heard our reactions to completely link us to the machine. Fortunately the machines were gravity drain and were on a raised concrete bulwark so the suds that flowed down the front of the machine was caught by the front lip and did not run across the floor as a lasting testament to our washer abuse nor did it cause a slippery hazard to others.
A mind is a terrible thing to lose, but can be a lot of fun when it is warped.
Two things come to mind: When I was 6, I had to spend a day and night with friends when I had chickenpox and their youngest son squirted some liquid hand dishwashing detergent into the Apex Dish-A-Matic before their family retainer started it. There was no gasket around the porcelain lid and the suds poured out and down in all directions while the kid laughed and the poor lady kept wiping it up. The other thing is when we took throw rugs to the coin-op and there were Bendix or Philco-Bendix washers with little yellow knobs to select the wash and rinse temperatures and three little rectangular lights for wash, rinse and spin. They had a door on top for adding detergent, but it was not the metal or porcelain door like on home machines, but a gray soft, rubbery round door in a raised housing. Maybe some of our more mature members will recall them. Anyway, daddy overdosed the machines on detergent which was not especially low sudsing to begin with. After the wash, which looked like a blizzard whiteout through the window in the door, there was the 3/4 minute assured rinse to kill suds. Well, nothing that machine offered could cope with the suds situation. After the rinse ended and the drain continued in vain, the machine kicked into spin. Almost immediately, the suds pressure was relieved when the little gray door flipped up and the washer projectile-vomited suds up and forward over the front of the machine. There were other people there and it was embarrassing, but to see a washer vomit was so damn funny we could not stop laughing after the initial shock passed, at least my brother and I could not stop. We had never seen such a thing happen. Who could imagine it? The only saving factor was that we had stepped outside, maybe so daddy could smoke, so we were not actually in there when it erupted. Back then coin-ops had windows all across the front so we saw it all, but nobody heard our reactions to completely link us to the machine. Fortunately the machines were gravity drain and were on a raised concrete bulwark so the suds that flowed down the front of the machine was caught by the front lip and did not run across the floor as a lasting testament to our washer abuse nor did it cause a slippery hazard to others.
A mind is a terrible thing to lose, but can be a lot of fun when it is warped.
