Anyway I moved into a new place a few months ago, and my flatmate owns a pretty swanky washing machine with fancy lights, lots of moving parts and three different sections to put washing powder. For a device whose sole purpose is to make my socks clean again, I think it's a little bit over-designed. It makes beeping noises whenever I touch it, and sometimes the door locks for no reason after the load is finished, and a Mexican standoff ensues between man and machine. I threaten to disconnect it from the power and water, and it suggests I go to work wearing only my belt and shoes.
The thing I like about the machine though, is is plays a little tune as it finishes its cycle. It's almost like the little engine that could; he's battled with those clothes for a full hour and forty minutes, and now he's triumphed by bringing them back from the dark side. I would sing a song too.