Blaming gaming

Burt brought home these metal soap dishes; they were handsome until water hit them, then they rusted.

I blamed Burt for their high maintenace needs and the ugly stains their little red-blistered bottoms left behind.

This morning as I moved a dish to try to clean under it, I realized that I still blame him. It’s his fault that he brought them to my sink counter.

I can’t bring myself to dispose of them; they’re pretty, except for the ring underneath, and Burt picked them out. Do I blame myself? Of course not. Come to think upon it, let’s ask them’s that made ’em and sold ’em, flaws and all what they were thinking.

These soap dishes are neither my fault  [of course not] nor Burt’s. Some idiot thought it was a good idea to market a product so faulty as to stain surfaces and melt soap – another design issue as water accumulates under the bar.

Adding insult to injury, this inadequate product was just good looking enough to fool the buyer.

Caveat emptor, eh?