Dishwasher Wars

For all six of you people who read this blog, help me understand something. How can a grown man "with opposable thumbs" do the following?

We have a portable dishwasher in our kitchen. Not a built-in one, like 95% of the people in the United States, but a portable one. It's a good one-it heats the water up and does a pretty good job of cleaning the dishes. It even has a built in disposer, should you put really dirty dishes in there.

To operate the dishwasher, you roll it out from the corner to the sink, you hook up the water hose to the faucet, and you plug it in. Then you push buttons, and voila! You're done!

You're done until the dishwasher has completed its cycle. Then, you unhook the hose and drain it into the sink, you unplug the electrical cord, you snake both of those lines back into the dishwasher and you roll it back in the corner. Voila! You're done!

I run the dishwasher in the evenings at bedtime. When the Husband comes home from his second job, it's done with its cycle. Husband gets a snack in the kitchen, and dutifully unplugs the cord and unhooks the hose. Snakes them both into the dishwasher. Voila! He's done!

What? That's right folks, you read it here first. He does not, ever, roll the dishwasher back into the corner. He leaves it sitting there in the kitchen, not unlike Ray Barone, who left his suitcase on the stairs in that famous episode of "Everybody Loves Raymond".

I determined today, as the oatmeal was cooking, that if he was gonna unplug and unhook it, he could take 10 seconds to roll it back into place and I wasn't going to. Amen. So, it's sitting out there. If you come to over to my house to dinner, watch where you walk. It'll be right in front of you as you go into the kitchen.