Why has no one invented a self-loading dishwasher?

That would be way too involved and also expensive. The conveyor belt would need all kinds of robotic arms and levers to put the dishes in their proper place.

I guess you could get one of the dishwashers you see in restaurants, but that would be huge and incredibly loud.

Loading isn’t what I dread, it’s the unloading.

I put two dishwashers in my new house so I don’t have to immediately unload.

It is totally doable but massively impractical due to the size and cost. If we are getting this lazy I would start with a arm that sorted clothes before washing. No more pink t-shirts!

I have one. He takes the dishes from the counter and washes them before putting them in the drainer basket. He even dries them and puts them away if I don’t get to it first. The beauty of it is that wonderful music is played during the process and there is an occasional dance in the kitchen with my beloved dishwasher.

What I want to know is why has no one invented a self-loathing dishwasher?

There is a self loathing cheese smelling robot

Wouldn’t save much work, would it? Besides, if we let technology do our “work” and keep getting lazier and lazier… oh wait, that’s exactly how I live NOW.

There are huge commercial dishwashers with racks which are assembled as a continuous belt. The dishes would be loaded onto the belt at one end and emerge clean from the other. The machine required a man at either end and was designed such that the belt would not run without either station unmanned. Still the dishes had to be physically loaded and removed.

I’d like a dish washer like a top loading washing machine.
I could dump my dirty dishes in, pour in the soap and they spin dry with heat.

Upon spinning, the dishes will tumble and land in the various concave dish shapes on the sides of its wall, for a quick put away.

Not recommended for glass dishes!

My mom had a top loading dishwasher back in the day.

I used to have a self-loathing dishwasher. Swear to god. It started into the first cycle fine, then churned slower and slower, then emit a long, baleful groan, then stop with a loud clunk. Then it would tick… tick…. tick… for a few minutes and suddenly the spray would start up exuberantly, like it decided that it wasn’t going to allow it’s world dirty dishes beat it down. Lemons to lemonade. But soon it would get weaker and quieter until all you could hear was the sad rain at it bottom, then it would clunk to a full stop one last time. It actually sounded depressed. After that, it would let out little moans at odd intervals all night long unless I mercifully pulled the plug in an act of euthanasia.

Really freaked my cat out.