My parents and niece came about a week early to spend Thanksgiving with us and to help me. It was the first day, and I had made potato soup for supper. In my hurry I went ahead and put the potato peelings down the garbage disposal. I usually don’t, but figured that’s what it’s for isn’t it? I ground them all up, rinsed out the sink, and served supper.
Then came the time to do all the dishes. We filled the sink up with the dirty plates, bowls, and silverware and began rinsing them. The sink was slowly filling up higher and higher with water. I ran the garbage disposal, but to my dismay nothing happened. The water didn’t magically begin to descend like usual. I tried a few times to no avail. Oh no! I could see me going to the hospital and leaving my family in the house without a working sink! There are probably worse things, but in that moment I was in despair.
I called my husband over. “Help me; you need to fix it!” He looked at it, tried the garbage disposal himself, and declared that it didn’t work! He didn’t know how to fix it, but suggested he could go to the store and get some Draino. It had to be done that night I insisted. The next day was Thanksgiving and how was I supposed to cook all day without a working sink?
Right about then my dad walked into the kitchen to see what all the fuss was about. He took a look at it and said, “Do you have a plunger?”
“Uh…for the bathroom!” I replied. I couldn’t imagine using my bathroom plunger for the kitchen sink! Eww! Nevertheless I went and got it for him. My dad took it and plunged it into the yucky water–up, down. Voila! The sink quickly emptied and worked fine ever since. We laughed over the big to do! My dad has always been my hero, but once again he saved the day!
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