[onewhippedpuppy]

Originally Posted by GH85Carrera

Back in the 1970s I rented a duplex and had a buddy room mate. We were typical young guys and ate a lot of meals standing next to the trash can in the kitchen. One day we loaded up the dishwasher and it made horrible sounds. Being guys we took the dishwasher apart and found several shirt buttons blocking the pump. There were several pins and broken buttons. After we put it back together it ran fine. We mentioned that to the landlord and he said the apartment was rented to several Iranians before us. He said when they left the house was a mess and there were several shirts in the dishwasher. They had been using it as a clothes washer.

I lived in a place with three other guys, we had dishes but no dishwasher. Inevitably we had no dishes but a sink full of filth, we decided that something had to be done when the fruit flies invaded. First we tried to pay some girls to wash them, but the flies and odor scared them away. We eventually put on the hazmat gear that my buddy used for painting oil based paint and moved in for triage, alas the patient was too far gone so into the trash they went. After that point we decided that plastic plates and cups were worth every penny, and that our next place would have a dishwasher.