I wonder how many of you experience the spell of the Never-ending Dishes. Its a condition one faces when one has no maid, no dishwasher, and no desire to clear out the sink everyday. Dishes, glasses, pots and pans, gradually stack up your washbasin in a precarious tower of guilt. That guilt follows you around after every trip to the kitchen for every glass of water you drink. You try to avoid eye-contact. You try to be polite. Eventually you run away as fast as you can; because even if you don't look at it, the pile is yelling at you full volume. Its disturbing. And sometimes, frankly, it makes me cry.So, does anyone know how much a maid costs around here?
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