Sorry for missing last week’s issue, but I hope you enjoy today’s posting of The Dishwasher Debacle.
Gessica, Tami, Demi, Anna and Bronwyn, had decided to order in lunch since it was raining outside. And, it was during lunch that Gessica heard the story of Bronwyn’s dishwasher incident.
“So you never used a dishwasher before you started working here?” Gessica asked.
“No. I’m the dishwasher at home,” replied Bronwyn.
“G, shut up, let her continue,” Demi stated between bites as she chowed down on her grilled chicken salad.
“I was about to do that, and what did I tell you about telling me to shut up? You shut up,” Gessica barked and twisted up her lips.
“You would never know you two are friends the way you carry on,” said Anna.
“Ah, is it okay to continue girls?” Bronwyn asked as she eyed them back and forth.
“Yup, go ahead,” Gessica said, her attention turned back to Bronwyn.
“Go ahead, Bronwyn, we’re done,” Demi stressed as she shoved another forkful of spinach into her mouth.
Satisfied, Bronwyn continued on, “As I was saying, I never worked a dishwasher before, but I wanted to help out even though it wasn’t my turn yet to do kitchen duty. I told Tami that I would take care of making sure the dishwasher was run and emptied.”
“I was leaving early that day, so I appreciated her offer to help and explained where the tablets were for the dishwasher,” Tami explained. “Huny, I felt partly responsible because I didn’t know it was your first time working one, and I also had forgotten that the container was empty.”
“Well I don’t blame you for that, it was my bright idea to use the dish liquid. Tami had left, and no one was around to help, I should have waited, but you know I don’t have any patience. I didn’t think it would be a big ordeal to swap it with liquid dish detergent, but of course, I was wrong.”
“So what did you do?” Gessica asked.
“Oh, you are going to love this!” Demi chuckled.
“I only put in a little and started it; I mean, it’s for dishes, right? It was supposed to wash, I was going to empty it, and it would have been done. But oh, I can’t get that lucky.”
“Are you serious?! “Oh my gosh; this is too funny,” Gessica stated.
“Unfortunately yes.” By the look on her face, it was apparent that the sordid memory had scratched the surface of her brain.
“Okay, okay, this is starting to get good. Go ahead girl, you have my full attention,” Gessica excitedly exclaimed while her hands rubbed together like two sticks trying to start a fire. “Details girlfriend, I want to hear everything.”
Anna decided to add her two cents into the conversation. “Well, I had to run out at lunch, and when I got back, I went to the kitchen to heat up my lunch. Only, what I found instead was a floor of bubbles. I’m talking bubbles galore, like rub a dub, dub, it’s time to throw my butt in the tub,” she laughed.
“Same here, I also had just walked into the office and heard Anna hollering for help; that’s when I went sprinting towards the kitchen. There were tons of suds spewing out of the dishwasher. It was like it was bleeding bubbles. Do you know how to say massive? Believe me it was that and more, and I’m not exaggerating. Bronwyn ran back when I did, so it’s us and Anna trudging through this white sea of suds,” Demi explained.
“I think we all panicked, but Bronwyn decided to run the rinse cycle, and we had never been through anything like this before, so we stupidly agreed like idiots,” laughed Anna.
“I don’t know what we were thinking, honestly I don’t. It was like throwing a match on gasoline and watching it blow up. The bubbles kept coming, and coming, and oozing out like there was no tomorrow. We probably threw every kitchen towel we had down on the floor, and we followed that with rolls of paper towels trying to absorb those darn suds. All along I was praying that nothing seeped down on the floor below us,” said Demi.
“It was my fault and I was so embarrassed that it happened in the first place. It took us a while, but we finally managed to clear the floor and we could, at last, see our feet again. I was grateful for their help, and told them I would take care of the repair process to get the dishwasher back to normal again,” Bronwyn stated.
“So how did you do that?”
“I had to call the management office to alert them. The building’s engineer explained what I needed to do.”
“Ahh, okay,” Gessica nodded.
“All I could think of was damn, this is going to take up my whole freaking day. I ruined everyone’s shoes, including my own and the dishes were still dirty. Hell, I had to remove them all, so that I could take out the dishwasher racks. Then I had to hand wash and thoroughly dry the entire inside of the dishwasher. I didn’t need anyone to cuss me out because I did an excellent job of that myself. Anyway, the engineer explained that I needed to break down the surfactant of dish soap detergent.”
“And how do you do that?” Gessica asked with raised eyebrows.
“He suggested that I use ½ cup of vinegar poured directly on the bottom of the dishwasher.”
“Umm, okay, sounds logical enough.”
“Why are you asking so many questions?” Demi remarked.
“Because I can, and…!”
“You two are nuts; I’m telling you, nobody would ever guess you’re friends,” Anna said as she shook her head at their bickering.
“I don’t care about the questions because I asked plenty myself. I just wanted the situation fixed,” Bronwyn explained. I even burnt myself on the heating coil forgetting that the bastard was still hot as hell.” ”
“Anyhow, I sprinkled a layer of salt over the vinegar and started the dishwasher. I repeated that process twice before the bubbles were finally gone. Demi was a sweetheart, though. She ran out and bought a container of tablets. I popped one of those babies in with the dishes and things were rocking and rolling again. I tell you, I hope I never go through anything on that level again.”
Gessica playfully bumped into Bronwyn with her shoulder and said, “Bronwyn, you’re so stupee, only you could do something that crazy, but that’s why I love your crazy butt. However, you should be glad it happened before I was hired because I would have given you a hard time for weeks on end,” she laughed.
“Yes G, I’m very thankful for that one,” she smiled.
Lunch was over, and as the women collected their utensils and dishes they teasingly made fun of Bronwyn on her dish liquid debacle, but as always, it was all in fun among friends.
Have a great weekend!