Anytime you’re up against government rules, you should pretty much expect a humorless experience.
But, then, that can be true in the kitchen, as well. I personally find no humor in the apparent rule that dishes I’m the sink awaiting their turn in the washer may not be stacked in orderly fashion. Someone, it seems, feels the need to compete with Pisa for “Most Precarious Edifice,” which — in a fit of A.I. humor — autocorrect rendered as “Ex-wife.”
Much like Corelle stacked haphazardly, these can be quite precarious, as I understand from some who have them; more so than the non-ex variety. Notably in the context of this missive, kitchen sinks and their sometime comments, act as an amplifier of this precarious quality.
We had one set of Corelle. On our way to Reedsport OR, we stopped in Hemet CA to visit some friends and when we checked the interior of the 5th wheel, we found that the Corelle was in a bazillion pieces.
That was from the washboard road Igor said wasn’t a problem to navigate.
Humourless Experience.
Something strange happens to some humans when operating under external instruction. Any underlying personality just turns off . This makes things worse for the owner of a highly tuned B.S. Detector. Now you have two things to laugh at. Watching the Drone vanish up its own Cloaca is just painful. Time to walk away laughing ...Keep your darn Burger. :D