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1. The electric garbage disposal, or "InSinkErator".
2. When people stand within two feet of the edge of the train platform.
3. Oh god, really, everything, at least when it's four in the morning.
Posted at 11:33 PM in Navel gazing | Permalink
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In addition to being an InSinkErator, ours is a Badger. Maybe yours is too? http://www.insinkerator.com/product/product.php?id=9&template=hhd
I derive more pride and joy than is at all reasonable from fixing it myself when it gets jammed -- you can download product manuals online and learn all its secrets. It is a horrible machine, but I think it can be tamed if you're committed to things like "having a working drain."
11/08/2010 at 11:33 AM
A Badger? You have an actual badger as a waste disposal? Now, that's eco-friendly.
Lumpy badger |
11/09/2010 at 03:31 PM
It's too terrifying to tame! I feel about it rather as if there were a horrible cliff with no railing in the middle of my kitchen.
I suppose it would be rather alarming to have an actual badger that lived in one's sink, too, but it sounds nice. I like badgers.
11/10/2010 at 01:17 AM
My parents bought a house with an Insinkerator hot tap and I learned to fear it, but not to avoid it.
Despite knowing full well that it dispensed near-boiling water, over and over again I absentmindedly turned it on and stuck my hands under the stream to rinse them. Apparently, a small but insistent part of my brain decided that viciously hot water = nice clean hands.
What? I never said I was clever.
11/10/2010 at 09:17 AM
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