When I got divorced, the same coworker/friend I talk about elsewhere (iPod Touch guy) let me crash at his place. He was a very regimented, set in his ways, type-A guy. He liked cooking, and had a set of Calphalon pots and pans, that he did not want to go into the dishwasher. His mantra was "the DISHWASHER is for DISHES". It's been an inside joke between me and the Mrs ever since.
Go to his house and do donuts in his driveway.