Dishwashers
Ed and Roy parked themselves on their couch with their feet on the coffee table enjoying a dinner of Chinese takeout. Since this was Roy's birthday, and it was meant to be a classy affair (well, classy for them), they used their good plates. "Good plates" meaning non-paper, glass plates. After losing the Reauchambeau game to establish who got to wash the dishes, Ed gathered the silver and the plates and headed to the dishwasher. Now, this may not be very well known, but dishwasher-loading styles can vary greatly, and in some cases, be extremely controversial. Ed's style was just that. It was very random, just sticking plates and bowls and cups in all willy-nilly wherever they would fit, and not bothering to separate the forks, knives and spoons, leaving the dishwasher in a confused, messy state. As he loaded the dishwasher in his rather careless manner, Roy walked in to…keep him "company", strolled up behind Ed and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. All thoughts of enjoying Ed's …um, company perished, though, when he noticed how the dishwasher was loaded.
"Edward…."
"Yeah?"
" I cannot stand the way you load the dishwasher."
At this point, Ed wiggled out of Roy's embrace
"I guess you should have lost Reauchambeau, then, you bastard."
"It's just…. You can't even separate the forks, knives and spoons? You can't give them each their own section?"
"Does it matter? At all?"
"Well, it'd make me feel better if you did, that's all. Ugh, and the plates are all next to the bowls, agghhhh…and the cups are just mixed in with everything else…"
"Fine, then. You load the damn thing. See what I care. I'm going to bed, and you're sleeping on the floor! Bitching about how I load the bleeding dishwasher…."
Ed stomped to their room, spouting angry nonsense. Roy, though torn between wanting to fix the dishwasher and not wanting to sleep on the floor, decided he'd have more peace of mind sleeping on the floor with a properly loaded dishwasher. He started the process over, removing and stacking the plates in size order, then doing the same with the bowls and cups. He then arranged them in the dishwasher with the big plates on the outside, descending in size as it they got to the middle. He arranged the bowls in a similar fashion, and had three separate sections for the forks, knives, and spoons, just the way he liked it. Ah, this is definitely worth a few days on the floor, thought Roy.
When he got to his room, he noticed a sheet and the smallest pillow they had thrown angrily on the floor. Always thinking of my needs…thought Roy sarcastically. Roy stripped down to his underwear and an undershirt, and got on the floor. After about ten minutes, he heard Ed whispering to him.
"Roy, are you still up?"
"Yeah, what is it?"
"You can sleep in the bed tonight. But from now on, you're not bitching at me for doing the dishes, cause it's your chore now, and you can do it just the way you want."
"That'll work out just fine, I think, Ed."
So, they shared a goodnight kiss, and went to sleep soon after.