Late Sunday night, as I was cleaning up the kitchen after the delicious sirloin dinner Jay had made us, I was dumping what was left of the spinach down the sink when it all clogged up. I knew better than to throw cucumber or carrot peels down the disposal but I thought it could handle some stringy spinach. The last time this happened it was because I dumped too much turkey soup in there. Jay fixed the disposal in no time. He was sound asleep so I just turned everything off and went to bed.
In the morning I told him what happened and we set to work trying to fix it. All we’d figured out before he had to go to work was that the clog wasn’t in the disposal. We both went to work and I just dealt with having no kitchen sink all day.
Later on we took the pipes apart but the clog wasn’t there either. Shoot. If I had called my drain guy, Bob, this whole mess would have been finished before lunch. Trying to fix it ourselves just made a bigger mess.
We had leftovers for dinner and I went to watch the Voice while Jay watched the World Series.
I don’t know what jay was trying to do but before I went to bed, I peeked under the sink and saw that sometime during the evening, Jay had disconnected the disposal completely. It sat on the floor beneath the sink. Right next to all the pipes.
I didn’t even want to think about it until I was done with my Tuesday errands. After the shop, the bank, the post office and Sam’s club, I finally called the handy man who installed the garbage disposal when we bought it. He was happy to come over but doesn’t do drains so he suggested I deal with the clog first.
I called Bob.
As usual, Bob showed up within the hour. He looked under the sink.
“Why’d ya take it all apart??” he asked, clearly surprised by the carnage he saw under the sink. I came clean with him.
“I don’t know.”
A half an hour later, Bob had rooted out the clog. He told me we never would have been able to reach it with a hand cranked snake. Without me even asking, he put everything back together, including the disposal!
Now everything works.
I’ve been home now twice as long as I was in NYC.