"Leo," Sarah said with the gravity of a seasoned general, "this thing is a tactical strike against grime. It hooks up to your faucet, uses less water than you do, and it’s surprisingly quiet." Leo took it home. He named it 'The Scrub-inator.'

Leo loved cooking, but he hated the aftermath. He dreamed of a life where lasagna pans didn't require an hour of manual labor. That’s when he walked into , looking for a miracle.

As Leo sat on his couch with a glass of wine, watching the machine work its magic, he realized he hadn't just bought a dishwasher. He’d bought back his Tuesday nights.