After only two months, Helen decided to become an exotic dancer because of the way she made tea. No matter how she tried, it was undrinkable. One night we were drinking champagne and losing our shirts to Sam and Ethel. Suddenly, the sound of the dishwasher was like a chewed-on pencil just as it snapped. I rushed to the kitchen, flipped off the machine, slowly opened the door. Helen’s tea leaves were clumped on the bottom.
“Don’t put tea leaves in dishwasher! They can’t be re-used!” I wrote this on a blue index card and clipped it on the fridge.