Truth is, I’m a horrible dishwasher. That’s why my sister washed and I dried.
It isn’t that I leave food residue behind. Oh no, I scrub every nook and cranny.
It takes me forever, which causes me to dread it. So I employ various methods to either put off the dishwashing or slough it off on someone else — the this-needs-to-soak-overnight trick (which really means it needs to soak until someone else gets tired of looking at it and washes it for me); the I’ll-put-this-in-the-dishwasher-even-though-it-will-probably-melt trick; and finally, the all-out whine fest.
Having admitted all that, I’ll go one step further: When my husband does the dishes, I complain about the food residue he leaves behind.
Yeah, he’s a patient man. He perseveres because he likes a spotless kitchen and because he knows, as the sign in his stepmother’s kitchen reads, “No man was ever shot while doing dishes.”
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