I am done. My guts are moaning and groaning. I've lived a good life. And now I feel like I am breaking down. First this thing goes, then that thing goes...I need replaced. I can no longer carry on and do the duties that I've been committed to do for a number of years now...My parts are spinning out of control and they just can't seem to work right and do the things they were meant to do...I am opened and then closed, turned on and turned off, sliding in and sliding out, selected and deselected. I am tired of the clanging, banging and reracking...I am tired of the dirty friends I've got who come out smelling like a rose after spending time with me.
I hear that they are thinking of replacing me-filling in my space with a younger, more attractive model. A model who is quieter, less noticable and more effective and efficient. I am jealous of the fact that I can no longer compete with these new things fresh off the assembly line. I heard they are going to replace me with a Bosch model. And it's ok, I'm tired, I know when it's time to go...they've heard my complaining for long enough.
At the end of the week, it will all be over! No more dishes to wash, no more cycling through the dirty, wash, clean and dry routine. Our time together is coming to an end...goodbye Rudd family. Enjoy your new dishwasher!