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elfsOne of the nice things at work is that, along with our lunchroom, we have a dishwashing machine. Nice one, too, stainless steel and all that. I have a coffee mug, one of those steel-bodied things with a safety meant to reduce spill damage, and I usually wash it by hand.
I left it in the dishwasher on Friday, set with the timer to wash it later that evening. This is probably the first time this cup has seen the inside of a dishwasher in five years.
The coffee mug smells awful now. Whatever it went through in that satanic bath of overheated water and powerful soaps, it released the plasticky smell of the lid. A half-decade buildup of layers of coffee residue has been stripped away, leaving the unpleasant industrial origin of my mug laid bare to my nose.
I left it in the dishwasher on Friday, set with the timer to wash it later that evening. This is probably the first time this cup has seen the inside of a dishwasher in five years.
The coffee mug smells awful now. Whatever it went through in that satanic bath of overheated water and powerful soaps, it released the plasticky smell of the lid. A half-decade buildup of layers of coffee residue has been stripped away, leaving the unpleasant industrial origin of my mug laid bare to my nose.
