A couple weeks ago, I got very excited over a bottle of Palmolive. I displayed it before Christian like some holy relic recovered in an Indiana Jones-style expedition. Christian, true to form, shrugged his shoulders and said, “Uhh… Okay…” Apparently, Palmolive hasn’t penetrated Europe yet. After extolling the virtues of my particular “flavor” of Palmolive and openly congratulating myself on not buying the anti-bacterial version, I finally had to let the subject drop. It had become painfully apparent that my conversational victim would not be able to fully appreciate the wonder that is Palmolive until he actually used it.
And so the dishes began piling up, as they tend to do in our apartment because no one likes doing the dishes, and we own enough that we can go for about two weeks without really having to clean them for the most part. I’m not proud of this, but short of washing the dishes, what can you do? As is generally the case when there are dishes in and around the sink, we started playing this game where each person says, “Tomorrow, I’m going to do the dishes,” as if daring the other person to be the first to crack. Of course, because no one likes doing the dishes and neither Christian nor I seem to particularly care if we have clean dishes or not, none of this ever pans out (please excuse the pun), no one ever cracks, and as a result there is usually a pile of dishes somewhere in the kitchen waiting to be washed.
All of this means, that when I finally rolled up my sleeves earlier this week (after Christian had installed the new mini kitchen water heater, which is a whole ‘nother story of landlord evilness) and dunked my hands into the luke warm sudsy water (I think this new water heater actually holds less hot water than the last one), Christian had not discovered the beauty that is Palmolive. In fact, as of this evening, he still doesn’t understand how shiny it makes our glasses or how little scrubbing is required to degrease our pots and pans or how soft the washer’s hands are after the experience. In fact, Palmolive almost makes doing the dishes enjoyable.
Almost.
Ehh… Who am I kidding? We really need a dishwasher. Or a robot. I know I’ve said I wanted a robot before, but it really would solve all our problems. At least as they pertain to dishes.