Once upon a time, on a cold winter Monday Food Fest, a girl set out to make some soup. Everything went well enough, aside from the total underestimation of time and effort and burns, and her family feasted on soup, homemade bread, and greek dip. Even the kids enjoyed it. Little did they know, that a surprise awaited them. An unpleasant surprise. An unpleasant and WET surprise... Completely unsuspecting, the little family settled in for dessert in the living room. The girl’s mom (who was always pretty awesome like this) had started a load of dishes and was wiping the counters while the girl cut and served. Suddenly, the sound of gushing water trickled into her ear, and as the meaning of the sound registered, she and her mother - at the same moment - turned to the dishwasher (the only watery item in the vicinity) to witness it draining it’s hot, wet load onto the floor. As the girl collected every clean towel in the house, her husband bolted to the basement, to ensure no water damage seeped through. Alas, it was too late. The deluge had proceeded down the pipes and soaked through the floor, raining torrentially upon various sundry items - including sentimental artwork from husband’s past, a vast collective library and, sadly, the girl’s son’s Christmas present.
After a brief pause, the dishwasher began a SECOND round of draining (unusual? Yes...), but instead of emptying through the sink, deposited the entirety of it’s watery depths onto the already soaked towels in the kitchen. As the girl collected all of the remaining towels in the house (which were dirty, yes, since all the clean ones had perished) Husband ran for the stairs once again.
The horror! The horror!
|before all the excitement started...|