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Utter Soakage

It's a reflex really. It's this ingrained habit many can't shake. It drives me nuts, yet if I'm in a "rush", I do it just as much as the next guy despite my lack of appreciation for coming to a sink full of soaking dishes. It's called The Soak and it's existence probably derives from a malformed chromosome in our development. 

It's simple really, want to know how it works?

•Prepare Food.

•Eat Food.

•Put dish in sink with a reasonable amount of water on dirty area.

•Walk away and forget it completely.

It's sad, really, how much this chain of actions reeks of illogical behavior. You see, generally, the dishwasher is within arms reach of the sink, thus making it a natural part of the assembly line of cleanliness. But despite architects best efforts to streamline this activity loved by all, mankind insists on "soaking". And by mankind, I mean mostly men. I go to Lisa's house and it seems as if there is almost this aura penetrating the premises and just being there I am better about putting things right into the dishwasher. But I still can't help think "Is it really worth opening the dishwasher right next to me for one dish? I think it will be better if I wait until there are more dishes and in the meantime scrape off the food and let this soak." I may be right, but I'm most definitely lazy. 

The Soak is not alone in man's attempts to "do work", while still managing to do as little as possible. There is "The Wipe", where one simply gets a wet paper towel and hastily cleans the countertops superficially, while really only making it look merely nice. A true cleaning requires disinfectant apparently. "The Cram", I think some would consider it organizing, but really is throwing all your clothes/boxes/shoes/(insert some material good here) into a closet or drawer only to have to rummage through it later organizing? No, but it's a quick solution to a problem that you can deal with later. Usually all these attempts to clean will suffice until the moment when you realize it is time to really clean. 

These realizations or moods to clean are usually mandated by the foul stench of decomposing food, a visitor you want to impress, or just a general feeling of guilt creeping from your memory banks that sounds an awful lot like mom.