I add one last glass to the already crowded upper rack of the dishwasher, struggling a little to fit in between a coffee mug and a small white ceramic ramekin, and a little plastic peg holding it in place gives way, collapsing the whole thing.
I manage to catch it before it breaks completely, but not before most of the contents slide to the front and a couple of the more fragile glasses are flung to their shattering doom on the kitchen floor.
The whole thing makes a terrible racket, and my roommate calls out from the front of the apartment, "Everything okay?"
When I answer in the affirmative, he replies, "Doesn't sound like it."
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