The Machine Knows Its Mistress
I took my husband's Honda Civic in yesterday for an oil change after the long drive to Columbus, Ohio, and back.
When I got home, he had set up the dishwasher, but he glumly told me, "There's something wrong with the dishwasher. It won't work. It just sits there and hums. Try it."
I reached out and turned the dishwasher on. It started right up.
He cooks.
I fix things.
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