With my garage resembling more of a junkyard than a workspace, I sought to put an end to the piles of scrap that I could no longer reuse. I needed a trashcan, but of course, I didn't want to buy one. Then, while driving around my neighborhood, I stumbled across a rare but favored sight: A dishwasher placed on the curb.

Though it hadn't been the first time I was gifted a dishwasher by the mysterious junk fairies, this time was going to be different. I quickly started planning, cutting, and zip tying until Dish Buddy was born.

That same week, I had been feeling really depressed, but as the blue glow of Dish Buddy's interior lights delicately graced the Puerto Rican flag affixed to its side, I knew things were going to be okay. 

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