Just what the title says. A light read, very enjoyable, but without a great deal of character development or real insight into what made the author tick, or in this case wash. Pete (the dishwasher) seems to have friends all over the country, even manages to eventually find and marry a girl, but tells us nothing about his love-life, or lack of, and very little about any of his friendships. Other than things like "A guy I met in Sudsville had offered to let me sleep on his floor...," we learn almost nothing about the friend or how they met or how they got along when Pete was a guest. This is likely a reflection of Pete's personality, one that prompted him to seek out the dishpit partly as a way of avoiding having to interact with people. However, like the scum on the dishes and pots and pans, I wish that Pete had scrubbed deeper beneath the surface of his stories to reveal what might be beneath. On the other hand, the whole book is maybe more like the plates that Pete washed; well built and functional, sometimes beautiful, but just not a lot of food left on them.