Saturday evening, as I was cleaning up from the day, my kitchen sink became clogged. I had put some orange peels in the disposal thinking to freshen it but instead of going down easily like they normally do when I do this, the sink started backing up. And it didn't smell like orange peels.
This is not the first time this type of thing has happened. I actually bought a plunger specifically for the kitchen sink awhile back and I have always been able to clear the clogs myself in the past. I spent an hour plunging, scooping tiny bits of chopped orange peel out of the sink with my hands and feeling around for obstructions (ick!), peering down into the drain with a flashlight and trying my husband's tried-and-true boiling water method. Nothing. Well, nothing much. I was able to get the sink to a point where it was draining, albeit very slowly. Finally I gave up and went to bed. Sunday morning I briefly tried again before church. Still nothing. After church I emailed the main office for our townhouses and put in a work order.
Yesterday morning we got up, got the kids off to school, I went for a brisk bike ride and then Daniel and I got ready and went to the day old bread store and to pick up a few groceries.When we got back the maintenance man had been here. I could tell because the sink was draining nicely again. And then I noticed something.
Sitting by my sink was the work order I had submitted, along with this:
Poor Mr. Turtle! Apparently he had a rough couple of days. He lost two legs--nearly three--and his head and shell got pretty banged up, but somehow he managed to survive.
The disposal, on the other hand, may not make it.
This is not the first time this type of thing has happened. I actually bought a plunger specifically for the kitchen sink awhile back and I have always been able to clear the clogs myself in the past. I spent an hour plunging, scooping tiny bits of chopped orange peel out of the sink with my hands and feeling around for obstructions (ick!), peering down into the drain with a flashlight and trying my husband's tried-and-true boiling water method. Nothing. Well, nothing much. I was able to get the sink to a point where it was draining, albeit very slowly. Finally I gave up and went to bed. Sunday morning I briefly tried again before church. Still nothing. After church I emailed the main office for our townhouses and put in a work order.
Yesterday morning we got up, got the kids off to school, I went for a brisk bike ride and then Daniel and I got ready and went to the day old bread store and to pick up a few groceries.When we got back the maintenance man had been here. I could tell because the sink was draining nicely again. And then I noticed something.
Sitting by my sink was the work order I had submitted, along with this:
The disposal, on the other hand, may not make it.
2 comments:
I know the turtle caused your sink (and you) a lot of distress, but this is hilarious. You need to write a book, Jill.
Thats pretty miraculous that he wasn't in worse condition!
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