Believe it or not, the dishwasher made headlines in our house. Again.
“This is so frustrating,” I growled to Marnell, tossing dirty dishes out of the clean dishwasher and back into the sink.
“Maybe we should just get a new one?” he said.
“Oh, it’s fine,” I said. “There are a few clean ones, although it’s probably because I washed them before I put them in.”
I burst out laughing. Ludicrous. How is that efficient, washing dishes before putting them in the dishwasher and then having them come out of the dishwasher dirty?!
I clattered on, and Marnell came across the kitchen and peered into the dishwasher.
“What are you doing?” I asked, not exactly annoyed, but clearly there was nothing to do by looking at the control panel, which we already dealt with last year.
I kept on working with the dishes at the sink, ignoring Marnell, until he spoke up again.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” he said.
“What?” I asked, interested now.
I looked down into the dishwasher.
“Been missing any containers lately?” Marnell asked.
He sounded a little pleased with himself.
There, a Tupperware half cup round container was melted onto the heating element. The heating element had melted a track into the cup, but the cup itself had stayed intact. This would all have been fine, except that the “spinny thing” (????) that swirls the water around (agitator?) was TRAPPED INSIDE THE CONTAINER which was melted fast and unmovable onto the heating element.
The “spinny thing” was NOT spinning, and had not been spinning for as long as it had been trapped in the ruined Tupperware.
“Didn’t you smell melted plastic?” Marnell asked.
I didn’t even know how to answer that. It’s good I married him, that’s all I can say, because clearly I am not functional on my own. And the dishwasher is much more functional now too!