I woke up Saturday morning ready to face the day smiling. The house was clean, dishes were done, all I had left was one last load of sheets. As I started the washer I walked away thinking all was good. Turns out, not so. The safety switch wouldn't trip, drain the water and spin the clothes. All that to say I had a near panic attack wondering what I was going to do. Dad got here and saved the day. I now have a washing machine without a safety switch, but it works.