Is there anything worse? You come home, exhausted and famished, with nothing other than your crappy cup o’ noodles to look forward to, to see this.
Every plate, bowl, fork, spoon, knife, and spork is sitting in your sink. All of them days past being “clean enough.” What else can you do but roll up your sleeves, strap on those yellow gloves, and prepare to get messy. You mentally and physically prepare yourself for the gargantuan task ahead, sponge in hand, and reach for the soap.
No so fast, Mr. Clean. The soap you seek is gone. Thrown out with the trash because the bottle was empty. Don’t bother looking under the sink, there’s none there. Last shopping trip it was between Cheez Wiz and Dawn Antibacterial, and, well, you’d rather spend your last 4 dollars on something you can eat and is especially tasty after a night of binge drinking.
You quickly brainstorm, thinking what else you have in the house that you could substitute. Bleach? Too dangerous. Hand Soap? Not dangerous enough. Laundry detergent? Like you had some to begin with. What if I squeezed out the liquid from my Wet Swiffers? I’m not even going to dignify that with a response.
The choice is yours mi amigo. Brave the cesspool that resides in what used to be your sink, or go to bed with your stomach slowly eating itself out of desperation.
And I think we can all agree that either option is terrible.