I can't even remember when the dishwasher died, but I do know that after the first repairman left, Sam just said, "Misdiagnosed."
Doing what he didn't want to do (isn't that why we have repairmen?), Sam took apart the dishwasher, found the problem, and was able to jury rig a solution until the repairman returned on Wednesday.
This repairman agreed with Sam (way to go, Zupke!) and ordered the correct parts on Wednesday. Just two more full weeks of dishpan hands and we may be back in business . . .
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