Repairs on everyday household items cost so much — when you can get them repaired at all — that you might as well toss one that’s broken, in approximately this manner:
I’m not great about fixing things. And by “not great,” I pretty much mean I’m awful about it. Once a thing stops working, I chuck it in the back of a closet somewhere and buy a new one.
I feel like there might be a story about how my lamp stopped working, so I bought a new one and then when my friend came to assemble the new one, he noticed that the old one wasn’t broken, the bulb had just burned out.
Then again, you can always use an extra lamp. This, though, might be going a little too far:
When my transmission went kaput, I bought a new car.
Or not, depending on what she was driving at the time: you roast the gears in a high-zoot Teutonic sled and you might as well buy a new car, considering the price they’re going to charge you for a rebuild.