Death of a Washer

It was maybe a month ago, and the town in the valley was filling with cars, bumper to bumper. So many leggings, jaywalking, and ditto, those engrossed in conversations with their cell phones. I don't remember why I was there. Probably I'd been on a run for a new washer-drier combo, at Sears. Even the most stylish sales person, even the manager at Sears,…