I accidentally dropped a spoon into my sink’s garbage disposal this week, but I didn’t want to get it out because I was terrified.
I tried to just grind up the spoon in the garbage disposal at first, but that didn’t work. I would have left the spoon there but the garbage disposal made horrible sounds whenever it was on.
My disposal turns on and off with a switch, but that is all I know about the machine. So, when I reached in to get the spoon, I tried to remember if the disposal ever self-cleaned or turned on automatically.
I thought about what I would do if the blades turned on when I reached in to get the spoon. Maybe if I made my hand into a fist I would be better protected, I thought.
But I didn’t feel safe once I got the spoon out because I thought I might accidentally turn on the garbage disposal and trip and somehow shove my hand into the sink.
I also didn’t think until then about how I could have used tongs instead of my hand to get out the spoon.
If my hand was severed in a garbage disposal, however, there would be advantages. Having a hook or bionic hand would obviously be great, but, also, who would ever want to challenge someone whose hand had been severed in a garbage disposal?
I wouldn’t.
January 7, 2009 at 4:16 am
this story explains why I, as a “”guest*”" once fixed a sink at the beat with a butter knife. I knew when I married him that Lee was and is incapable of fixing anything that does not have the potential to kill a man, the rest of you? I don’t know what was wrong with you. Maybe you like stopped up sinks.
* the double quote is because I wasn’t REALLY a guest … I was a girl who lived there sometimes and occasionally made dinner or trouble.