It's snowing! :D It is where I am, anyway. Pretty, fluffy snowflakes! Ah-hem.
Day 6: Dish Duty
Kim patted Ron on the shoulder as she inspected his newly bandaged foot. "Keep this up and you won't have a foot to injure."
Ron groaned. They were back in the cell with his badly bruised foot. "Only one more day. I only have to last one more day."
A banging on their cell door caught their attention. A guard slide it open and motioned for them to come out. "I'm afraid your cell is next in line for dish duty folks."
Kim sighed. Dish duty? That didn't sound too bad. At least she'd get a break away from the inmates. Although they have been surprisingly civil to her. Well, they really couldn't do anything without getting extra time added to their sentences. But still. It was nice.
"Come on Ron. Let's get going." They shuffled their way down the now-familiar corridor, Ron limping all the way. The kitchen lady was there, armed with hairnets and aprons. Kim wrinkled her nose as she snapped the hairnet over her ginger locks. If only Bonnie could see her now. The kitchen lady directed them to a set of sinks in the back, already getting full with plates and cutlery. Thank heavens for the set of dishwashers that sat beside the sinks.
"Use the sinks to rinse off the dishes and get any hardened food off. Then just throw them into the dishwasher. The most important thing to remember is to ONLY put in a half cup of dish soap and keep the cycle on slow. Got it?" Kim and Ron nodded. "Good. Now get started."
Kim turned on the warm water and started rinsing. After a load was done, she motioned for Ron to put them in the dishwasher. Ron obeyed, following the directions exactly. It was going well until the amount of rinsed dishes was piling higher than they were coming out of the dishwasher. When the dinging went off, Ron quickly removed the plates and bowls and set them in the drying rack. Hesitating, he picked up another stack and popped them in the dishwasher. Kim was so concentrated on getting a hunk of hardened cheese of a plate she didn't notice Ron dump two cups of soap in the dishwasher and set it on fast. There. The process would go faster, and what could possible go wrong?
He found out two minutes later when the dishwasher started jerking and sparking, and a geyser of water and dish soap squirted out, flooding the small cleaning area with water and soap. Kim soon stood knee deep in the foamy bubbles and glared at her boyfriend, who hopped onto the counter to avoid getting hid bandaged foot wet.
"Ron."
"It's ok, I'll fix it!" Ron hopped on one foot and braced himself on the washing machine. He pushed buttons frantically, only it started flooding the room faster. Face palming, Kim stalked over and yanked the plug from its socket, getting a quick shock in the process. Sucking on one finger, Kim glared at Ron before pointing towards a mop in the corner. Ducking his head, he obediently shuffled over and started cleaning up. Both teens glanced up when the door opened. Shego balanced a stack of plates on one knee as she stared open-mouthed at the mess.
"Man. You guys can't catch a break, can you?"
