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verbminxForgot to mention the entertaining event of yesterday...
When we got home from the Lettuce Purchasing Junket (necessary because it's all salad all the time here), I took what was left of the old salad mix (outdated and starting to look seriously brownish) and put it in the garbage disposal. I got about half of it down the drain and had flicked the "grind" switch on the disposal when my mom stopped and looked at me in horror.
"What are you doing?"
"I just put the old lettuce in there."
"That's going to stop it up."
Indeed, it did. She ran water, she plunged, she ran the disposal, and this happened in some sort of complicated ritualistic pattern. Finally, the green-flecked water from the sink (now nearly full) started to spiral down the drain - with a tremendous groan of protest from the pipes.
Um... oops.
When we got home from the Lettuce Purchasing Junket (necessary because it's all salad all the time here), I took what was left of the old salad mix (outdated and starting to look seriously brownish) and put it in the garbage disposal. I got about half of it down the drain and had flicked the "grind" switch on the disposal when my mom stopped and looked at me in horror.
"What are you doing?"
"I just put the old lettuce in there."
"That's going to stop it up."
Indeed, it did. She ran water, she plunged, she ran the disposal, and this happened in some sort of complicated ritualistic pattern. Finally, the green-flecked water from the sink (now nearly full) started to spiral down the drain - with a tremendous groan of protest from the pipes.
Um... oops.
