Me: "You heard that?"
Colette: "Yes, I hear everything you say, Laurel. What's up?"
Me: "Your friend, the Viking, isn't working right."
The Viking silently winces.
Colette: "What's the matter with her?"
Me: "Her stitches are all bonkers."
Colette: "Is that a technical term? She isn't that old...she shouldn't be acting all weird."
The Viking moans.
Me: "That settles it...I'm out of business and she's gonna have to go to see Bill."
Bill: "It sounds like it might just be a motor, but I will have to 'triage' her and then give you an estimate. You may want to think about getting a backup machine."
Me: "Huh? How long will you keep her?"
Bill: "Four to six weeks...have to order parts."
The Viking quits altogether, despondent that she can't make stitch No. 8. Or 5. or any number for that matter.
Colette: "And all I have to do is stand here...no moving parts, no computers, no buttons. I am woman,. hear me roar!"
Thank you FabricLady for breaking out your Viking for me.
Laurel. Keeping the factory on line.