It’s Sunday night, right before the big game is about to start. I am busy in the kitchen cooking food for hungry football watchers. Jesse so kindly offers if there is anything he can do to help out. I accept his offer and give him the task of peeling the potatoes for soup and go back to my other recipe.
All is going well until he decides to shove a huge mound of potato peelings down the garbage disposal. When I notice what he is attempting to do, I suggest that it would be much better if most of the peelings get put in the trash instead. Jesse thought this was a ridiculous suggestion and proceeded to shove everything down the sink, run the disposal, and then return to the pre-game show.
A couple minutes later, I try to use the sink to wash my next veggies and nothing is draining. Jesse tells me that he is SURE that this is a coincidence and that it has nothing to do with the potatoes. Seriously?!
What a perfect time for a small plumbing project! Jesse gets out a bucket and starts taking taking apart the sink pipes while I step around him continuing to cook my food without use of the sink.
Luckily, the situation was quickly remedied. The annoying part is that Jesse will not admit that I was right. He insists that the garbage disposal should have been able to handle the potato, therefore, was not cause the problem. However, I insist that the entire thing could have been avoided if he had put the stuff in the trash in the first place.
Thanks for your help, honey!
