Everyday dose of Reality
I speak the truth when I say Hobart industrial dishwashers are not for everyone and I fall into that category it would seem. Not your average house dishwasher, but I got to thinking, a dangerous activity for me, I know. Our real kitchen dishwasher is new and is energy saving but how well can it save energy if it takes over an hour to wash? Macgyver has on a few occasions tried to get me to use the Hobart monster and I have to say, the thing is intimidating. But I am the conquering type of person and since it was left behind when our home was a school, I figured I could handle it. i mean come on how hard could it be? I survived not only the 70’s, it’s horrible fashions and have birthed a team of children. One washer couldn’t be that bad. Once again thinking had gotten me into trouble.
Let me be honest here for a moment. This time I am not to blame for the trouble. I am going to blame Macgyver’s cousin and I am calling her out. CAROL! She has worked in nursing homes, hospitals & schools over the years. This time when she came to visit she started salivating over the Hobart. On and on she went about how much time it would save me and how fast it washes. Finally I gave in and I pulled out my handy dandy industrial washing trays for her to show me how to load the suckers.
What you do not see is this tiny plastic valve thingy on top, and yep that is the technical term. When Macgyver lowered the side doors down and hit the switch, he left the room with CAROL. I stood at the garbage disposal sink that could eat a 1974 Buick ocean going land vessel without twitching, lightly spraying off my dishes to load up for the next round. Who in their right mind leaves me of all people, in a room with something electronic with my death touch, and something so big with all that water? Well the top hose shot off the valve and water started shooting across the room and while I was jamming my finger over the hole, shit really hit the fan. By covering the hole with my finger the water was now in a halo spraying up the kitchen wall to the ceiling, and coming back down on my head. I started yelling, “HELP! EMERGENCY SWITCH, EMERGENCY SWITCH! HELP!”. Macgyver slid into the room to find me getting hosed and CARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROL stood laughing in the doorway. It was a long night doing dishes but in the end…the dishes were clean, as well as the floor, wall, ceiling and myself. I was able to conquer the Hobart but not without Macgyver’s supervision.