Originally Posted by
Art Shirk
Oh man do I have one for you guys. Of course it involves the dishwasher. And my compete lack of self-preservation.
Our dishwasher has a very thin small upper rack that slides out just for things like knives and spatulas etc.
Something like a year ago, it failed to clean a singular knife. In my wife’s world, that means the rack is dead to her and will never be trusted to wash a knife again. Context be damned, how the rest of the washer was loaded, irrelevant, food type on the knife, immaterial.
I kept using the rack and was admonished. Calmly explained that I thought it had some utility but it was still deemed verboten, never to be spoken of again.
I almost exclusively put away clean dishes, so for about a year I have been putting knives and such into the rack just before running it. Super solid results, clean knives, I’m happy.
So happy that every time I remove them, I take a picture of them in the glistening glory. I did that for about 11 months straight. Something like 200 pictures because we run the thing so often.
Well I fucked up and threw some knives in there and forgot to immediately turn it on. She found them and found out I’d been cheating on her with the knife rack. Take two: I calmly told her that it worked well and she would give the rack another chance. Again, no dice.
The next day, I sent her one picture of clean knives. Not total fireworks for that maneuver but not happy, along with a claim that one clean knife does not make for a working rack. So you guessed it. I came hard with receipts. Picture after picture lit up her phone like the 4th of July.
I’m going to end the story there. What a fucking boneheaded move.
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