He came, he fixed, I signed a paper and paid him and he left. And then I flopped back on the couch wishing for death.
Cue a day or two later when I was feeling better enough that I ventured downstairs to throw in a load of laundry. What do you suppose I find down there? A bucket full of shit!!! @_@ My husband and I could only speculate that the guy didn't want to disturb me or was embarrassed to ask to take a dump in our bathroom, so he did it in the bucket. And then left it there. My husband had to haul it out to the woods bordering our back yard and dump it. He may have even left the bucket out there; I don't remember. I wouldn't blame him if he did.
The good news was that the machine worked fine.