May 5, 2011
I don’t know what the deal is with modern garbage disposals, but I have a similar problem with cell phone coverage.
That is, it’s 2011 for crying out loud. We should have coverage on the moon and at the center of the earth, no exceptions.
And garbage disposals should be able to digest anything from spaghetti leftovers to a lamp post. I should never have to say “wait, for the love of all that’s holy, DON’T put that head of lettuce in the garbage disposal, we won’t be able to use that sink for a week!”
My sister was over last Sunday, and we were making some food to take to my mom’s for Easter, and Leslie was doing the salad. We discovered too late that some of the lettuce was past its prime, and ended up down the drain.
Well, to be exact, I discovered it when we were about to walk out the door, and Leslie said “Sorry, I think I’ve clogged your garbage disposal with a giant head of lettuce.” Apparently she has the same expectations of garbage disposals I do, but her expectations are untempered by sad reality. She’s still in the Matrix, while I’ve been unplugged.
Unfortunately, we were already late for Easter dinner, and I had to leave it there in all its glory. And stink.
At my mom’s I complained about having to go home and get under the sink, remove all the crap that’s collected there since the last time I had to disassemble the pipes (so glad we don’t have copper pipes like our ancestors did), put my whole head under the sink and directly into the stink, yada yada yada.
And Steve leaned forward and lowered his voice a little. And as if he were EF Hutton, I leaned forward too.
“I’m going to tell you the secret to garbage disposal clogs. It’s a little gross, so don’t freak out, but I swear, it works like a charm.”
Yup. A plunger.
Sure enough, it worked like a charm.
Holden was at the table, and kind of looked up after I finished plunging and congratulating myself, and said “um, did you just use our plunger to unclog the kitchen sink?”
“Yes you did. I’m never using that sink again.’
So, Kim? If you’re reading, we need more bleach. And a sharpie to label our plungers.