Ignaton cooks but fails to clean

Ignaton’s gal pal needed a place to stay for a few days as her apartment was being remodeled -- new carpet and some paint -- so she stayed with us or, more exactly, upstairs with Ignaton. We all got along so it was no biggie.

They spent the week cooking for each other. They fixed their meals and ate together while I kicked back on the porch with some food items I had bought. Ham, bologna, bread, chips, pop, etc. You know, the good stuff.

When she was able to go back to her place, they had used every plate, drinking glass, utensils, pot, pan, frying pans, etc. in the house. Both the sink and onto the counter was piled high with dirty dishes, and back then, it wasn’t plastic.

I think I used one plate, but the dishes started to smell like the pot of beans of last story. Really bad. Sunday comes along and I’m reading the comics and having some coffee and here comes Ignaton, bounding down the steps to go for a ride. He hits the kitchen and hollers, “I see you did the dishes!”

I looked up from the comics and responded, “Yep!” Ignaton heads out the back door and stops and hollers, “I see you did them the easy way!” He hops on his Goldwing and goes for a cruise. 

A few hours later, he returns with his gal pal, and they spent a good 30 minutes or more picking up all the dishes, plates, pots and pans, drinking glasses, etc. out of the backyard. 

Yep! Handy dandy household tip: When no one is gonna do the dishes, open the back door and send them all flying Frisbee style out into the backyard. There were some broken ones, but overall, they recovered them all, brought them back into the house and started washing them.

When they got done, we sat out on the front porch having brewski and a good laugh. Ignaton goes, “I think you used one dish, and I just couldn’t get into the mood to wash them and hoped you would wash them. I didn’t think you would do them the easy way.”

I think I do some of my best work on Sundays.