"On my frist night, the dishes piled up after the dinner rush: plates, silverware, cups and oily black deep-dish pans, which came clean only with a lot of soap and scrubbing in streaming-hot water. I couldn't keep up, and stacks of dishes formed on all sides of me.(Paragraph 5)
"When can I do something different?"
"Do you know why you're still doing dishes?"
"Because you keep complaining about it."
"Nobody likes to work with a complainer."
"We ate a lot of Pizza Huts, and we judged the, against ours. The verdict: None of them seemed to be very much fun". (Paragraph 20)