Demonic Dishes

I suppose that when some people see this…

and this…

…they don’t hear the dishes calling to them to take action on their behalf.

I must be very brave, fearless even.  When my family cowers before a dirty dish, I put it in the dishwasher.  When a cup coated with the milky residue of the morning’s coffee casts a look at them askance, they retreat in a panic, and I boldly place it in the top rack.  I am the first to admit that there are dirty dishes that can spook me; the remains of an unsoaked bowl of oatmeal comes to mind.  But I do not suffer from the same lavaplatophobia that plagues the rest of my family.

I am a hero to dishes and cutlery everywhere.

On the other hand, I have a bad habit of leaving coffee cups in the bathroom after drinking my morning coffee in the shower. Can you say, “Hypocrite?”

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