"I'm Letting It Soak"

I've had about 32 roommates in my life, including a narcoleptic, an engaged couple, a Chinese Communist and a male prostitute. I've dealt with some interesting things, but all my roommates had to put up with my quirks and personal failings too.

Number 1 – or at least near the top – has to be that I suck at doing the dishes.

Not that I'm bad at washing a dish, like I don't know how, but I just hate it. So I kinda put it off... for a few days...

When I moved in with Diego and St. F, Corin warned them: "Watch out for that. Bins is going to tell you he has to 'let it soak.' Yeah maybe with a big pot, but he was always pulling that with forks and coffee mugs and shit. 'Um guys, I'm just letting these dishes soak for a few days.'"

The only way I can power through washing a mountain of dishes (that I've let pile up) is by putting on my political podcasts and listening to them back-to-back while I scrub. And I might have to let a few spoons soak.