The Garbage Disposal MESS!
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
The other night I decided to clean out my 'fridge. There was a large bowl of left over spaghetti noodles that I had to get rid of, so I packed them in the disposal and grind them down. Then I decided to watch the news for an hour. After that, I told myself it was time to wash the dishes. As I was running the water waiting for it to get hot, I noticed the sink was draining slow. Well I turned on the disposal again but all it did was back up into the sink, so I called my husband. He got the toilet plunger (URGH!) and started plunging away. Well, that didn't help so he thought if he gave a good long squeeze of dish detergent that it would break up some of the grease. Well, as he's plunging and adding more hot water, all that happened was a big bubble party. So he went out to the pole barn to get some tools, and in the meantime, I heard DRIP, DRIP, DRIP, DRIP, DRIP, DRIP, and I look to see water flowing out the cracks of the dishwasher! So I ran to the bathroom to get some towels, and yelled to my daughter to find a bucket. As you are trying frantically to clean up water before it seeps into the basement, my husband comes back with who knows what kind of tools and asks what's going on. So he takes a long wire thing and puts it down the drain. I decided to step out of the picture for awhile, since I know that I'm already in trouble. After 15 minutes with no success, he goes down stairs and yells for me. Well we are in the basement looking at the pipes overhead, he tells me that the clog is here in the pipe and he needs to cut the pipe to unclog it. So he gets in his car to go to Lowes for some more pipe, When he gets home, I hear him in the basement with his hack say like a madman! Then he puts 2 five gallon buckets under the sawed off pipes and comes upstairs to run the water and the disposal some more. When we go downstairs, there is spaghetti noodles the size of rice splattered all over my storage shelf, (thankfully I emptied it first!) So then he goes back out to the barn to find the wet vac, can't find it, calls his older son to chew him out for taking it, he says he doesn't have it, hubby looks around some more and comes back in the house with the wet vac, I get to clean up the rice size noodles, he finishes the job three hours later!
Some times husbands are great, aren't they!
End of story.