The next model up was a real horror show. It had this horseshoe-shaped top rack and the bed of nails lower rack and the wash arm was this amputated pump-powered sprayer with two little pipes about 4 or 5 inches long with a slit on the top at the end of each sprayer to produce a fan-like spray like the impeller, but how it got past the plates lined up in the lower rack to wash glasses in the upper rack is a puzzle. A young family on my paper route had this model. When they moved, an older lady moved in and I asked her how she liked having the dishwasher. She invited me in (I always tried to collect at the kitchen door) to look at it. I felt sorry for her, not just because of the dishwasher, but she had moved from a recently integrated part of Atlanta and was out of contact with her old neighborhood and missed her old house. Anyway, she lived by herself and probably would never use the thing. Before I left, I gave her some loading tips like putting plates on the outside of the rack and said that I would see her tomorrow since I took her paper up to her door. Life can be such a shit show. This dishwasher had a starring role. Eliminating the detergent dispenser was a low blow, but at least the impeller model was constructed to wash.