Ladies Luncheon

I was helping my sister serve luncheon to a nice group of our mother's friends. The food was happily consumed. We had cleared the dishes from the tables and they were stacked neatly waiting to be washed. Mother was with her friends.
I took to washing the things that didn't fit into the dishwasher and our father and my sister were operating the commercial dishwasher. It was a humming time. (meaning...the same two songs were being hummed at the same time...repeatedly)
(Not by me, by the way.) Everyone was busy at work.
There came a racket in the assembly line.
The two at the dishwasher stopped the machine, opened the side door and found a stuck plate. Sister said, 'Hum'. Father removed the plate. Sister said, 'We should close the door before we begin again'. Father didn't hear and didn't think of it himself. Sister thought, 'Surely he knows what he's doing.' On went the dishwasher.
All I saw was a vast amount of water, spraying joyously at my Father. Time stood still for that moment and sprayed him full force...stopped him in his tracks as it were. Happily, he was wearing a large plastic apron. Sister calmly said, 'We should shut the valve.' and leaned over and shut the water off. Water dripped in the air...
I couldn't help myself and laughed until I cried.
The two of them stood there looking at me. I think they were in shock. I'm sure if I had been the soaked one, or the calm one, I would still be standing there too.
Their 'numb' wore off and slowly they started to laugh. Quite slowly, I mean.
'We've got a puddle here.' said sister, 'I'll get the mop.'
Father mopped for a long time.
Now, when our Mother came into the kitchen after her lovely lunch, I could only hold it in so long, before the whole story spurted out. I couldn't help it. I'm sorry.
She was nonplussed. Is that the right word? That's the right expression anyway.
Too bad I don't have a picture.