Please Don't Feed the Staci Bear

My wife Staci gave me a load of clothes to wash.

She told me to click the "heavy load" button and the "normal colors" button and then pull the little knob out.  As you might tell from the directions, this task did not lie comfortably in my wheelhouse.

Against all odds, the clothes got washed.  She thanked me.

It was a grand success.

That was about six months ago.

Since that fateful day, she has asked me to do it repeatedly.

She no longer thanks me.

Now, the only time I hear from her is if I don't...