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November 02, 2007
This Is A True Story
So I was washing dishes. I usually start with the silverware, then the bowls and plates, and finally the cups and mugs. Pots and pans are left for last, on the theory that if I don't get around to finishing, Kellie will be stuck with them. Ha ha.
Anyway. One fork in particular was hard to get clean. Caked on its tines was a hardened red substance, which appeared to be dehydrated spaghetti sauce. The fork had been left in the sink for a couple of days, sandwiched between two dirty plates. Forgotten. Forlorn.
I scrubbed it first with the sponge. Nothing. Then I used the stiff-bristled brush. A slight improvement, but still yucky as hell. This was going to be a serious job, one that would involve prolonged soaking coupled with intense scraping. It was, I realized, a job I had no interest in.
I turned off the water and looked around. Kellie and Henry were both upstairs. I walked over to the trash can, stepped on the pedal that opens the lid, and dropped the fork inside.
THE END
Posted by teb at November 2, 2007 11:31 AM