Where Do We Meet?

Someone posts a video of a man doing the dishes. It is adorable – the way he smiles at his wife when he sees her with the phone, the way he is clumsy with the plates. And it is funny, the way he uses the wrong soap and makes a mess at the sink.

I hit like. And then, since I have a lot of time on my hands while I’m procrastinating doing my own dishes, I scroll down to read the comments.

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