This is why I never use my dishwasher (it came free with my flat). It should be called a dishrinser.
Pray how is this flimsy plastic squirtler supposed to achieve what my grimly determined scrubbing can achieve? Answer: it can not. And don't get me started on the smell and feel of glasses "washed" in one of these devil's turkish baths. If I eat at your home and you've had a machine try to wash your glasses, I won't say anything, but I'll know.