I’m not knocking the dishwasher. If I didn’t have one, I would have two choices, either a) buy new china and silverware every couple of weeks or b) use paper plates and plastic forks. Besides that, as you may well guess, pots and pans are a real problem. By the way, can anybody out there recommend a good paper skillet?
Loading the thing isn’t so bad. I rinse a few things as I use them and, when I can no longer find the sink, I put the stuff in the dishwasher. Well, that is a bit of trouble but, being a mature adult, I have learned to handle the situation. (Mature adult?)
It usually takes a couple of weeks before I am actually obliged to push “Start” on the dishwasher. That turned out to be pretty easy except, of course, for having to put the soap (or whatever it is) in the thing. While the washing is being done, I can have a few beers and quite a few cigarettes. That part, with effort, I have managed to enjoy.
Then, the infamous curse of the dishwasher.
Before I can use the damned dishwasher again, I have to unload it. That is one of those things I have to build up to. I usually get it done within a day or two, three days tops. Just thinking about unloading the thing causes a black cloud to form over my head and I immediately require a shot of bourbon. Think about it. Bend over, get some plates, and put them where they are supposed to go. Multiple times, may I add. Ditto glasses. Ditto cups. Ditto silverware. Ditto other stuff. I think you get the idea here.
I ran the dishwasher this afternoon (Monday). Just thinking about what looms before me will force me to have two or three (or four) bourbons tonight. I think you can understand that.
If you are a betting man, I would get real good odds for a Tuesday “dishwasher unloading.” But Wednesday for sure, unless it’s Thursday.
Oh well, if you insist that I confess, I had a couple of bourbons at Mac’s before I started writing this.
Now that I think on it, I may have run the dishwasher yesterday and not today. Just in case, I’ll still have a few extra bourbons tonight. I mean, a man has to do what a man has to do.
