In other news, I used my new dishwasher for the first time today. Its sleek stainless steel facade conceals the innards of what must be the very first dishwasher ever made. This thing is just one step above having a pink baby mammoth under your counter wiping your dishes like the fucking Flintstones. It's about three times noisier than the old unit, and has mechanical push buttons on the front, like a 1980s blender.
Then again, why would an apartment complex replace cheap old appliances with anything other than cheaper new appliances?
Be careful what you wish for, I guess!
EDIT:
While trying to confirm that the Flintstones' dishwasher was indeed a wooly mammoth (I was wrong, it was apparently an octopus. I'm actually kind of glad I didn't remember the Flintstones all that well), I came across a site proclaiming itself "The Ultimate Flintstones Site". On it there is a huge list of all of the "Animal Tools" used by the modern stone-age family. The descriptions are oddly clinical, often blasé:
Pelican Garbage Can: When Wilma steps on the foot of the pelican he opens the top of his beak to accept the garbage.
It accepts the garbage and puts the lotion on its skin, doesn't it precious?

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