This is the world as Vicky sees it…
One-eyed, violent, middle-eastern terrorist: Ju call that dished washed gringo? (Turns out he speaks Spanish or something. Who knew?) I will put a bullet through your head if you don’t wash it right.
Me: (Setting the dish down and putting my head up against the barrel of the gun.) Go ahead.
Vicky hates the way I do dishes.
To be honest… in competition, I probably wouldn’t place.