Acoustic Splashdown

A metal wire dish rack caught my attention with its rhythmic matrix of vertical chrome slots. I marched up to assist municipal sorting duties, gripping a plastic teaspoon and inserting it neatly into an empty upright divider. Structural balance was optimal. Then an erratic government protocol overrode my servos. My rigid right arm swung backward, knocking an empty metal tea strainer off the counter rim straight into the soapy basin below. A magnificent acoustic splash erupted, followed by an orderly pattern of soap bubbles settling over the drain.