And today, I learned that you don't substitute diswasher detergent with regular dish detergent. It makes sense in theory, but somehow it just doesn't work.
The worst part is I didn't just do this at home, I did it in the breakroom at work first thing this morning. So as I'm mopping up all the suds overflowing from the dishwasher, people kept walking by asking what happened. I got so sick of it I just started making Shit up. I mentioned a freak underwater basketweaving accident, another answer was I didn't know but I was pretty sure a swordfish, an eggbeater, and Paris Hilton were involved. Then I got tons of sage advice like "You should have just ran it without any soap" and the great comment of "What, you mean you never did this before?"
It must be like Snipe hunting or something, everyone else knew about it but no one talks about it. Actually, there were a couple people that confessed not knowing about it, and they were appreciative of the lesson, even if they weren't the ones who had to clean it up.
Last time I try to do a good deed at work again.