Long live the dishwasher!
The repair man has been here. He took one look at the dishwasher we've had in this apartment since we moved in in 1994, and declared he doesn't want to work on it any more. He thinks the management company should replace it.
The only downside is that I *know* we'll get the cheapest possible machine, but at least it will be new and it won't flood all over the floor (and through the wall into the laundry room).
Crap. I need to get out of this apartment.