When I was younger we had chores–if you’re a parent this is the thing that your kids say is slavery or abuse and is reportable to Child Protective Services. But I digress. One of the chores I had was doing the dishes. Now I come from a large family (I’m the youngest of 6) so occassionally there were more dishes then would fit in the dishwasher.
But I didn’t mind that so much, it was the lingerers that really got in the way of finishing the dishes so I could do other things.
You know if you’re one. You linger over coffee. You may think you’re savoring it, but it’s lingering when the kids start squirming or the check sits on the table for more than 5 minutes.
After the lingering was over, the table was finally empty and I set to work–dumping, rinsing and stuffing in the dishwasher. Invariably, someone, usually my dad, would come back and look for the drink they left. It was always gone. Apparently, all half full glasses were being saved for later.
I never learned to leave the glasses alone. My dad found it aggravating. I thought it was funny.
Now my husband does it to me and I did it to my dad trying to be helpful during the Thanksgiving cleanup. I still find it funny
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