I grudgingly sauntered down to my basement computer to get on the internet to order a new dishwasher rack online. I sat patiently, for two days, next to my front door sipping coffee until finally…it arrived. I opened the new dishwasher rack box with the gusto of a child opening presents on Christmas Day. A little too much gusto, as I sliced my finger on the sharp cardboard lid. Ah well moving on, working through the pain and the blood, I let out a sigh of relief as the brand new dishwasher rack was found undamaged inside. Into the kitchen I slam open the dishwasher door, and slide out the old rack. Rust marks and broken stems all over. The look of disappointment and shame wash over my face. How did it come to this? With a slight shake or my head, I throw it across the kitchen, slamming it into the wall. I snap my fingers at it and point to the door. It whines in pain and limps over to the garbage bin in my back alley. Continuing on only to get the sight of the old out of my mind As I insert the brand new dishwasher rack into its position and slowly slide it in, an angelic choir sings “aaaaaaaaaaash” perfect fit. Like it was meant to be. And all was right in the world again.
The end.