I had two guys come in and get styrofoam plates, napkins, plastic cups, and plastic silverware. Less dishes that way, they said. More like the women of the house probably told them the men had to do dishes!
If so, these guys are smarter than my little sister and stepbrother.
True story: for years, when we would gather as a family for a holiday such as
Christmas or Thanksgiving (tough to do now that we are in London, New Jersey, Key West, Denver, and Phoenix), my older sister would inevitably take over the kitchen for the cooking. This wasn't a bad thing as, whatever else her faults, my older sister can freakin' cook!
Anyway, at some point, said older sister would say, "Okay, I need some help with [blank]." And I would always volunteer to help her with whatever task that was, from making the salad to setting the table to refilling her wine glass--you know, the important stuff. Why did I do this? Was it to be helpful? Oh, HELL no. It was because I was lazy.
No, seriously. I was lazy, and I knew what was coming. And what was coming was really very simple, and something I foresaw and my little sister and stepbrother somehow never did. Which was after the meal, as we're all sitting around stuffed to the gills, and no one felt like moving at all, my older sister would look around and say something to the effect of, "Okay, who's doing the dishes? Lesse, Jester made the salad and set the table...you two, you're on dish duty." And as much as they would try to protest, my little sister and my stepbrother didn't have a leg to stand on. Since my older sister had cooked the meal, I had helped her out, no one was going to suggest that either of our parents wash the dishes (we wanted them to RELAX, damn it!), and that left....well, the two that hadn't done anything.
I got away with that shit for YEARS.
don't like doing dishes. Especially after I've stuffed my face.)