Top 35 Dishwasher Quotes

I have never really cooked, don’t know how to use my dishwasher, and subsist mainly on prepared deli takeout. I don’t even eat in restaurants much.

When I went to FC Groningen, I had to take my bike to training – my first wage went on driving lessons. Before I signed my contract, I was 15 or 16 and working as a dishwasher in a Breda restaurant.

I don’t like when people put their dishes in the dishwasher without scrubbing them properly because it comes out with those little white dots and then you can’t get those out. And you have to rewash them.

I’ve taken regular gigs, I’ve worked in grocery stores, worked as a dishwasher, a porter in different places, all for survival. I don’t feel bad about doing it. I wished I could have done better. And still do.

With the education I had, all I could do was work as a burro, in whatever I could find: shoeshine boy, janitor, dishwasher, waiter, bartender, cashier, bricklayer, painter.

I have to admit that I’m one of those people that thinks the dishwasher is a miracle.

I was a coat checker, a dishwasher, a waitress, and those were some of the happiest times of my life because I still got to do my writing. You’re lucky when you can work and then do your art.

When you turn from one room to the next, when your animal senses no longer perceive the sounds of the dishwasher, the ticking clock, the smell of a chicken roasting – the kitchen and all its seemingly discrete bits dissolve into nothingness – or into waves of probability.

I got fired when I was a dishwasher at Denny’s. That set me back a little bit. You don’t realize how important dishwashers are until you do the job.

I live in, literally, the same home when I was swiping my first bank card and wondering if I’d have to put back the Charmin. We still don’t have a dishwasher. My mom has done all these gardens so now my house looks like the garden shack in the middle of Versailles.

I worked as a draftsman for the Department of Environmental Protection, and as a teacher, in N.Y.C.; at a big bank and a small ad agency, a tiny law firm and a few giant ones; as a cashier and a dishwasher; preparing deli sandwiches and stringing tennis racquets and pruning evergreens into conical Christmas-tree shapes.

I was dishwasher, then promoted to chef in a local kitchen in a restaurant in Seattle, and I was working on a building site as well, putting in insulation and painting houses, and then doing some classes at a community college nearby.

My family keeps me pretty grounded. Like if I try anything diva, they’re like, ‘Oh shut up. Go and do the dishwasher.’

Between finishing emails, loading the fridge, unloading the dishwasher, getting our son to eat his chicken nuggets and my dog to swallow her pill, it takes approximately 32 days for my husband and I to complete a discussion and 46 to wrap up a fight.

The dishwasher is the best invention in the world, I didn’t grow up with one so it’s my prize possession in the kitchen!

Japanese chefs believe our soul goes into our knives once we start using them. You wouldn’t put your soul in a dishwasher!

You can make sure your kids make their beds and hang up their clothes and put their dishes in the dishwasher when you’re the one calling the shots. So, parenting alone, for me anyway, I think is almost easier, being single.

I go home and don’t get treated any differently. People have known me all my life and are interested and very supportive but because they have known me forever I don’t get any diva treatment. My mum still tells me off if I haven’t loaded the dishwasher for her.

If you have had the same dishwasher for 10 years or more, don’t bother repairing it. The average dishwasher is expected to last nine years, and you’ve most likely squeezed as much life out of it as you can.

My husband is old-fashioned and kind, he does the greatest Sinatra impression, and I’d never have written anything if he hadn’t read all those bedtime stories and unloaded the dishwasher while I slaved over chapters.

Cooking can be rewarding when it is a choice and no longer the onerous duty of the housewife, and when a dishwasher can lighten the load at the other end of the process.

I don’t have a dishwasher, and I hate washing dishes.

They say, ‘We will give you money, but we want you to play this or that.’ And I always thought, ‘If I’m going to do that, I might as well go back and be a dishwasher.’

I always mention stacking the dishwasher – any opportunity. But it’s the consequences – it’s the food poisoning and the potential death that will come with not loading the dishwasher properly.

I run a tight ship. The kids are responsible for their own chores. Each morning they unload the dishwasher from the night before then collect eggs from our chickens, and I cook those while they get ready for school.

I have to clean my room and unload the dishwasher, wash the pans, and feed the dogs.

People want to imagine that I have this amazing life. That I never change nappies, unload the dishwasher or have to wait in for the plumber, and that’s OK, but the reality is I do do all these things!

First, I am definitely going to give some money to my mission program at church, and then I have to get my mom a dishwasher.

Ninety-eight percent of the singing I did was private singing – it was in the shower, at the dishwasher, driving my car, singing with the radio, whatever. I can’t do any of that now. I wish I could. I don’t miss performing, particularly, but I miss singing.

Water doesn’t hurt a vinyl record. Put it into a dishwasher and you’re fine.

I learned that you don’t take dishes from the table to the dishwasher; you have to rinse them first. I think that’s stupid because I don’t go out in the back yard and hose off before taking a shower.

The last thing I want my robot to be is sarcastic. I want them to be pragmatic and reliable – just like my dishwasher.

By the time I left the bar, I was 30. I was a dishwasher. They call it a bar-back, but essentially, I washed dishes for a living. I had no high-school diploma, I had no agent, and my literary successes were non-existent… but it was the only thing I ever wanted to do, so I did feel trapped.

The second time I was pregnant friends would give me rubber bands to gnaw, because the first time, I had chewed things like a rubber bit that fell off the dishwasher. I remember driving once in the rain and the smell of my rubber-soled shoes in the damp caused me to pull over and start chomping on the rubber mat.

I was a dishwasher at one of those Japanese places that cook on your table. Not too fun.