Friday, September 6, 2013

Dishwashers


I know what you're thinking - this curmudgeon has really gone off the rails. He's been domesticated - there is no hope for his curmudgeonly inspiration any longer.

Despair not dear readers.  I have recently written a treatise on the proper method of loading a dishwasher so that things don't bang into each other, chip and stuff. This "method" is entirely lost on women.

Their approach?  Cram everything in anywhere you can. If the door closes, fire the thing up and then complain to your husband the next morning because the china is chipped. 

"You were in the next room watching a Bruce Willis movie - you should have been able to hear things banging around."  Yes, I was watching Bruce Willis make mincemeat of miscreants, and breaking china simply sounded like part of the movie.

No matter. She has used the setback as an opportunity to go off to some store or other to assuage things by buying more things to chip. I, on the other hand, have tossed all the damaged china out in the woods. I can't wait to see if anything is noticed to be missing.

You don't mess with curmudgeons.

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