D.J. point of view of a spoon inside a dishwasher.

Smash there I fall from the greasy human hand, all wet and germed up into the dishwasher. I love this place its like a spa for us spoons. We spoons dont mind the knives and forks joining us. But we hate when the other dishes get too close to us. we are not the best us friends, just acquaintances. Once the human hands close the door to my spa, we spoons get to relaxing. Every one speads out and waits for the water to come and wash us down. then comes the soap and we get nice and clean. when ever the humans put good soap in with some extra moisture cream in we love it. Its better than a massage id say. its an all over spoon massage and then some. once we get all dried out, the humans open the door and carry us to our home. we lay to sleep and wait for the next hand to come grab, and use us as their slaves.