I hate admitting to my faults (yeah, doesn’t everyone?) but this time, I must face facts: I’m probably one of the clumsiest guys around! This may come off as and understatement, but if you had any idea of how many dinnerware sets I’ve broken just this year, I think you’d heartily agree with my case in point. Of course, I won’t divulge the exact numbers, but sometimes it feels as though I break at least one dish every time I do the dishes. I guess for people such as myself, “doing” the dishes can be interpreted in several ways, that’s right! I really do’em for good.
I’m just happy I have a girlfriend with a good sense of humor! I keep breaking her dishes, and she actually finds that amusing! The other day there were only three dishes left in her apartment, and she looked at me with this puzzled face “I could have sworn I had a full set of twenty dishes, when we started dating”, and then just burst with a fit of hysterical laughter. Just my luck, eh? I guess I better don’t push it and just get a couple of full dinnerware sets as backup, since I’m obviously quite the archetypical butter-fingered kind of guy. Oh well, you can’t be good at everything, right? Maybe I’d better just invest in good dishwasher!