broken dishwashers and old southern men

well, our brand new dishwasher broke. i had it all loaded, soap in it and ready to go. i pushed start and it filled with water and then just QUIT. so i tried to figure out what was the problem. i flipped the breaker, that didn't work. i attempted all the troubleshooting tips in the owners manual. still nothing. i tried pushing all the buttons again. didn't matter how many buttons i pushed that thing wasn't gonna run. here i was stuck with a dishwasher full of dirty dishes. so, i called the landlord.
just a few words about the landlord. he's a nice man. an older gentleman who's lived here all his life. and a southern accent so thick you'd think he was from the deep south--not just tennessee. but, apparently he still thinks that women don't really know a whole lot when it comes to household appliances. now granted, i don't know a lot, but i can go through the troubleshooting steps listed in the manual.
so, i called the landlord. and i told him, the brand new dishwasher broke. "aww, no," he said, "whadit do?" so i explained the whole thing to him. and don't you know, this is what he said, "well, you have your husband look at it when he comes home from work and you have him call me back." now, i can't type a deep southern accent, but you get the point. yes, he really said that! now, some folks have asked me what i said in response to that. well, what can you say, really? he's my landlord. so, i just said ok. and when dear husband came home, i told him what the landlord said. now, he got quite a kick out of that too. so dear husband opened the dishwasher and looked inside. then he grabbed the phone and called the landlord back. yep, it's broken. ah, if he only knew...