This is embarrassing. I’m so proud that my apartment has a dishwasher. I’ve featured it in all my photos of the apartment, captioned it prominently, and held it in my heart as a source of equality with certain WSJ reporters. But I got so wrapped up in the idea of having a dishwasher that I forgot that I had a dishwasher. Stick with me, this makes sense…By force of habit I cleaned all my dishes by hand after dinner. My roommate saw them on the drying rack and asked “have you been cleaning all of your dishes?,” which I took as a question of whether there were dishes of mine that I hadn’t cleaned. She then pointed at the dishwasher, reminding me that it was there to clean my dishes.
Were Jeff around to hear the story, he would respond with a blunt and dismissive “idiot,” and he would be right.
On the other hand, at least I remembered to use the washer/dryer to clean my new Egyptian cotton towel ($3!)
