“Oh no!” your wife exclaims as she walks into the house ahead of you! “We’ve been burgled!”
“What?” you shout confusedly.
“Yeah! But it looks like they left everything…but the kitchen sink.”
Puzzlement washes over your like a wave. “Our…kitchen sink?”
“I know? What are we going to do? I mean, I know what I’m going to do, but what are you going to do? Where will you stack up old dishes and leave them forever until someone else decides to wash them? Down what drain will you stuff food you’re too lazy to walk to the garbage can? Where will you spit and not rinse?”
You walk into the kitchen. The sink is not missing. You look at your wife; she wears a shit-eating grin and a raised eyebrow on her face.
You wash the dishes.