I bought a new washer and dryer a couple of weeks ago. When my husband went to take the plastic film strip off of the face of the washer, I screamed in panic. “Don’t do that!” Only feeling relief when he backed away from the washer, I explained, “I like to keep that protective strip on, so in a couple years when I start to feel the urge to get a new one, I can rip it off and Voilà! (accompanied by the magic-hand motion), I have a new washer-dryer set.”
He looked at me funny, and then reached over and ripped the protective film off of the washer.
I went nuts.
He left the dryer alone.