This is a test – This is only a test
Everyone who know me, knows that I keep a clean house. If you make a mess – clean it up. It’s a pretty simple concept and really easy to do. Just take care of your shit. You are all adults and I’m not your fucking maid.
So why are these glasses still on the counter after a week? The blue cup is courtesy of Poor Scotty who can get to the sink, but somehow can’t reach the dishwasher that is right beside it. The glasses are ‘hand wash’ only and used by Poor Scotty and my sister. I expect both think it is not their responsibility to wash them. So I let them sit there to see how long it will take. 
After a week, my niece arrives for the summer and my sister suddenly kicks into ‘mom-mode’ and cleans up the kitchen (sans the range) after we eat. She washes the glasses. I later find out that she didn’t see them sitting there all week.
If you have a black glass-top range you know how much it sucks to keep clean. This is a mess she made from boiling pasta two weeks ago. The wait continues.
