I have two ice cream scoops: a good ice cream scoop and a bad ice cream scoop. Not only is the good ice cream scoop is better than the bad ice cream scoop in every way, I also actively dislike the bad ice cream scoop. And yet, I’ve had both for years and years. Why? I don’t know. I just do.
I hung onto a bad ice cream scoop for many months because I was eating ice cream frequently enough and using few enough dishes that the good one was often still in a dirty dishwasher. The bad scoop was marginally better than trying to use a spoon.
I prefer my good scoop enough to just wash it by hand instead of using the bad scoop. I’ve washed it three or four times in a night before.