My biggest worry? The open door. As you see, it clears the wall with only about an inch to spare. "No problemo" said the installer, as he carefully jiggled it in at a slight angle. He's had bigger challenges in old Seattle kitchens.
The machine is so quiet we could hardly tell it was on, especially after that splashing, clanking, banging and whining we're used to. Best of all, sparkling clean dishes. I could see my haggard reflection in that old pot this morning.
Happy kitchen slave...
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