This, exactly. Plus, I have this lingering suspicion that drying them business end down means that the part that goes into your mouth ends up sitting in a stew of mildew and not-quite-removed utensil grime that drips downward (because, seriously, does *everyone* scrub every. single. utensil. perfectly every single time? I know I don't).
Knives go pointy end down, wherever you're drying them.
In the dishrack/strainer/whathaveyou, the rest of the flatware goes business end up, because of the ucky stuff Teppy cites above.
In the dishwasher, the rest of the flatware goes business end down, so that people aren't putting their grubby hands on the mouth pieces.
EXCEPT... my new dishwasher has a slotted lid over the flatware basket. And I suppose it's removable, but the dishwasher is really new, and I don't want to be breaking or losing parts and accessories quite yet, so the rest of the flatware has been going business end up. I always wash my hands before I empty the dishwasher anyhow, and none of the people I live with is as clean as I am, so they are lucky to be getting my clean cooties.
If my husband has used Teppy's reasoning, I would at least understand why My Way doesn't rule the dishrack when I'm not around. But the man gave me "breathing."
I think that's just boy-speak for Teppy's explanation.
The reality is that we both thought it should be the way our mothers' did it.
Yep. In the end it all comes down to *I* do it this way, so this is the way it ought be done.
Except in the case of vacuuming, anyone who vacuums for me does it perfectly.
Jacqueline, seamstresses, oh, look:
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We placed the glasses rim down, but then many of our glasses started cracking, so now we put them away right side up.
In the diswasher, I put everything business side down.
Probably that you lead a vital, interesting life and you take your hands with you on all your adventures.
Ohh...I like this. I shall cling to it mercilessly.
But the man gave me "breathing."
Where do they store their lungs in that stainless steel casing?
My mother actually puts things business end up. So I guess the fear of dirty hands has overcome her programming in this matter.
One of my co-workers just came in to tell me she might have to leave work -- a piano fell on her son's fingers. And now there are old cartoon clips playing in my head involving pianos falling on various characters.
I just go by the philosophy that nothing is as clean as I think it is so end up or down doesn't matter all that much.
I just got back from Whole Foods. Chi-Chi. Wow. But cool. And lots of expensive stuff. But they have unpasturized, imported cheese! Which I can't eat anymore--but they have it!
I'm going to need to go back when I'm unencumbered by the small one so I can browse at leisure.
Thanks for the encouragement and stuff today, guys. I really appreciate it.
I'm about to call about the Admin Assistant position, then call and probably accept the research assistant position. Should be an interesting afternoon.
I can honestly say I've never given this matter a moment's thought before today. I think I dry my silverware in the direction it happens to be in my hand when I put it in the rack.
