SISYPHUS SMILED I smelled like your dinner for months. If you ate at Trago on the weekend, I probably washed your plate. I was the dishwasher. Well, I as A dishwasher. Weekends generated more plates than the regular diswasher could handle. So the two of us took on the extra load together. I guess that made me the Assistant Dishwasher. The regular dishwasher, the Chief Dishwasher, was a leathery old man called "Doc." He looked 70, but he could have been one hundred... or fift