The dishes had sat in our sink for days. A few were mine, many were Anthony's. The few that belonged to me had been dirty for perhaps 36 hours. The others had been there much longer.
At some point during the afternoon Anthony came home and grabbed the mail from the mailbox. It must have been Tuesday because it was mainly flyers. When Anthony came into the kitchen he looked at the sink and threw the mail into the air with disgust. Ads flew out everywhere.
Then he went to his room and shut the door and sat in front of his computer playing with his mouse.
Bryan came home some time later and discovered the additional mess. He went upstairs to ask Anthony if everything was ok? Anthony muttered something about the dishes.
So Bryan, like a dog with his tail between his legs, cleaned up the entire kitchen.
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