Unpacking a dishwasher quietly is a bit like playing pick-up-sticks. Do you remember pick-up-sticks?

Pick-up-sticks reminds me of those glorious innocent days of play - when the only thing we were afraid of as we walked to school was being caught by a rogue wave at high-tide. Shoes in our hands.

There were no rogue people catchers with guns in white SUVs roaming our neighborhoods.