I grew up poor. My chore was dishes, for a family of 5. I was also diagnosed with ADHD but not properly managed. And often I was punished with “wash every dish in the house”.

All that to say I spent a lot of time in the kitchen either hating washing dishes or procrastinating doing the dishes and hating my life because I couldn’t go do something else.

Then in class one day our teacher asked the class what everyone’s least favorite chore was, and one girl in the class said she hated unloading the dishwasher. The absolute gall.