there are two guys here installing a new dishwasher. they look strangely similar to chuck and bobby (think storage guys from ernest saves christmas) and smell strongly of burnt toast and dirty socks. one of them is presently laying on the kitchen floor (in manner of "i've fallen and i can't get up") and the other is searching for the breaker box and asking if i have a flashlight he can borrow because he forget to bring one. i'm ready for them to leave. i'm ready for a new dishwasher that doesn't leak all over the kitchen floor. did i mention i'm ready for them to leave? yes, i'm ready.