Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

A good number of years ago a friend of mine who owned a restaurant, called me in a panic when his dishwashing machine died. It was a Saturday night, too. The machine was an industrial strength that was old enough to vote. With careful sniffing I discovered one of the switches had burned out. Needless to say, there were no electronic/electrical stores opened so I agreed to help do the dishes - by hand. The next day we were lucky enough to a.) find an electrical store that was open and b.) find a reasonable replacement.

I was worshiped like a goddess for a week afterwards.

-m