When the first question you ask the sales clerk is "would these dishes break if say, they fell from a counter onto a tiled floor?" you know you have a problem.
Then when the sales clerk looks at you like your on a pass from the hospital you think "crap I'll just by an extra set" you know you have a problem.
When your father comes over to fix your broken bathroom door and he calls to say he found a coffee mug shattered on the floor and you say "oh just one mug?" you know you have a problem.
When your yard looks like your dishwasher vomited all over it, you know you have a problem.
When it looks like you've thrown all your utensils in the garborater, you know you have a problem.
My problem has a name, and it's Duke.
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