There is a small, deep sided white bowl.
From time to time, I called it, "YeFehBassah!"
Worst times were when I called it "YeFehYeFehFEHHHHHHHHHHHBassAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!" This translates into less and more intense forms of You 'King Bastard.
The Crime: I like harmony when washing my pots and pans. I have the nearly ideal draining rack. Everything fits it except this bowl, which, whatever position I try to put it in, not only rolls and tumbles off the rack, but takes it neighbouring crockery with it.
At long last, I decided to simply lay it down, where it can do no more harm, on one of the kitchen surfaces. So at last I've Won. One of the sideplates told me that the bowl says that IT had has won. Even said that it has scored a moral victory, because it has never smack-talked Me.
But that's crockery for you. Passive aggressive buggers, the lot of them
If only they could follow the example of my stainless steel oil-drizzler - but that's for another thread
