I hate my dishwasher...with a passion.
It does the opposite of washing dishes, it makes them dirty. I could put a clean glass in the top rack and by the end of the cycle it is filled with black speaks of dirt. Then of course the dishes that are dirty stay dirty.
I'm on my third cycle with the same set of dishes loaded as we speak. Kind of reminds me when I was a kid and had to wash dishes. Instead of putting them up, I would rerun the dishwasher and spray water onto the dishes in the dry rack. "Oh, can't wash dishes until these are ready to be put away"
Except, now they are my dishes and I do want to put them away.
Not only does my dishwasher pull the same adolescent tricks as I once did, it also doesn't cut off. Seriously. The cycle knob will get one notch away from off and stay there. While it acts like an Acrophobian about to jump out of an airplane, the motors make this God awful howling at the moon cry....forever. Well, until I walk over and turn the damn thing off, only to open the door and yell at the dishes. It's not the dishes fault they are dirty, but I can't help but yell at them.
So if you ever come over and eat/drink at my place, please kindly and quietly rinse whatever dish you grab out of the cabinet and not mention a word like I won't mention the time in Vegas with a Chip-n-Dale.
It does the opposite of washing dishes, it makes them dirty. I could put a clean glass in the top rack and by the end of the cycle it is filled with black speaks of dirt. Then of course the dishes that are dirty stay dirty.
I'm on my third cycle with the same set of dishes loaded as we speak. Kind of reminds me when I was a kid and had to wash dishes. Instead of putting them up, I would rerun the dishwasher and spray water onto the dishes in the dry rack. "Oh, can't wash dishes until these are ready to be put away"
Except, now they are my dishes and I do want to put them away.
Not only does my dishwasher pull the same adolescent tricks as I once did, it also doesn't cut off. Seriously. The cycle knob will get one notch away from off and stay there. While it acts like an Acrophobian about to jump out of an airplane, the motors make this God awful howling at the moon cry....forever. Well, until I walk over and turn the damn thing off, only to open the door and yell at the dishes. It's not the dishes fault they are dirty, but I can't help but yell at them.
So if you ever come over and eat/drink at my place, please kindly and quietly rinse whatever dish you grab out of the cabinet and not mention a word like I won't mention the time in Vegas with a Chip-n-Dale.
1 comment:
My dear - call the Maytag repairman! Beats yelling at inanimate objects any day.
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