There is a right way to load a dishwasher. All other ways are wrong. As the primary dishwasher loader in our household, I know the right way. Other members of the household, not meaning anyone in particular, appear to have no sense of dishwasher loading etiquette. Indeed, I suspect they are deliberate in the haphazard way they toss things in as a sign of their rebellious nature, a manifestation of original sin, and an indication of the inner chaos that troubles their souls.
I, however, with abundant and steadfast forbearance, am willing to patiently reload according to the eternal laws of Moses’ second letter to the Kitchenaidians as recorded in chapter six, verses iii through mdlxx. They were delivered to him on the frigid slopes of Mt. Adair after forty days and forty nights. For those of us who maintain a strict orthodoxy about these matters, there is no such thing as heterodoxy, just heresy.
What to do with a heretic? Considering that other members of the household, not meaning anyone in particular, are very good cooks, and hunger does need to be satisfied, burning at the stake seems inappropriate. Other favors also being of some value, banishment wold be a really bad idea. It comes down to a broad sort of tolerance as the best out. Sometimes we orthodox have to suffer in silence. But, being who we are, it’s a golden silence, a benevolent silence, a generous zen like silence because that’s the sort of people we are.