Two mornings ago, as we shuffled into the kitchen to make our coffee and tea, we walked right into a puddle of water. It was coming from our dishwasher. I called reception for help, but it was seven o'clock and the maintenance worker didn't report for duty until eight. 

An hour later, after a quick surveillance of the pond on the floor, maintenance explained that we used too much detergent. We silently disagreed, knowing that we hadn't used more than any other night, but had never had this issue.

Yesterday morning, around eleven o'clock, the dishwasher began beeping. I looked over, and foam was seeping out of all the cracks. I picked up the phone to call reception, but the hotel phone was somehow disconnected. At first I thought it was user-error, but multiple attempts proved it was the phone's issue. 

So I put on my shoes, and made my way towards reception to report the issue feeling slightly annoyed. I got to the elevator and the "down" button wasn't working. (Apparently that was user-error and it only responds if you lunge your entire body weight to press it the button.)

After I reported the issue, I returned to the room and waited for maintenance again. Their response was swift, and so was the judgment: too much dishwashing detergent.

This time I protested, explaining I used the smallest amount of the bottle of dishwashing detergent I was supplied with.

"No, no, no," the maintenance man said, "You don't use this bottle. You can only use the tablets."

To which I asked the obvious question, "Then why did you give me the bottle?!"

He didn't know. All he knew is that there were too many bubbles. And to use this dishwasher, you don't use the large bottle of liquid dishwasher detergent they provide you with, but the individual tablets that housekeeping brings. 

And then the man did what he had to do: called in reinforcements to scoop the bubbles out of the dishwasher.

I've officially been grounded from using the dishwasher for a few days.

#oops #sorrynotsorry #atleastthefloorisclean