Today I learned that the machine under my kitchen sink is recognized more as a "magic trashcan" rather than a garbage disposal. It works by cramming it full of food waste, never running it, and then complaining that the d*** thing must be broken when the sink backs up.
At least, that's how my husband seems to think it works.
And this is AFTER the great drama when the whole drain got completely clogged a couple months ago, where he was so pissed off that it happened and he had to deal with it.
I feel no pity.
/rant
ETA:
Also, ditto this.
At least, that's how my husband seems to think it works.
And this is AFTER the great drama when the whole drain got completely clogged a couple months ago, where he was so pissed off that it happened and he had to deal with it.
I feel no pity.
/rant
ETA:
I want to quit my job. Like, NOW. But I can't.