This morning started with waking up 20 minutes later than usual. For a girl that gives herself precisely 30 minutes to get up, get ready and head out the door, this is bad news.
Jump in the shower. Jump out of the shower. Jump into some clothes.
Turn on the hairdryer and a quiet whirring noise is all I get.
Unplug the dryer. Replug the dryer. Try again.
Added to the whirring noise is a plume of black smoke.
Great. I've owned this dryer for approximately 5 weeks. WEEKS. Weeks is not enough to have blown up my hairdryer but it is more than enough time to toss out the receipt and box.
A moment of silence please for both, the dryer and the wet hair attached to this whiner.