Dishes

Dishes, dishes are one of my biggest pet peeves. They never end. If you don’t take care of them it becomes impossible to get the gunk off. I wake up and they are there because I was too tired to take care of them the night before. They sit in the sink and mock me, calling me names, lazy, wuss. They lie, turning the food that was on them to something dank and evil looking, then they call me a bad cook. "No good cook would make anything so horrible looking", they taunt. I wrestle with them and put them in the washer to try to win the battle. Every once in a while a dish or fork doesn’t get clean. Their voices are weak then, but they still mock me. "You should have scrubbed a little harder. A better person would have cleaned me properly."