Remember that broken garbage disposal? Primo repaired it,
spending half the morning on his back underneath the sink.
My advice to everyone: Date an engineer. They can fix
things.
The disposal has not been tested yet. After dinner, I start
to scrape the dishes into the trash can. There is a lot of wasted food – My
People Do Not Waste – and it kills me to throw food away, but I am learning
that people who drink a lot of alcohol do not have big appetites.
Sly: Goldie! Put that food down the disposal.
Me: I don’t think I should. The disposal hasn't been working.
Besides, who scrapes leftovers into the disposal? We didn’t
have one when I was a kid, so I don’t know all the rules, but should meat and
possibly bones go down the disposal? Bones shouldn’t for sure. They should be
used to make soup.
Sly: Do it!
Me: What if it breaks again? It will cost an arm and a leg to get a plumber to make an emergency visit on a holiday and that’s if you can find someone who will do it.
Sly looks at me as if I'd sprouted horns. Who would do something so wacky as to call a plumber?
Me: What if it breaks again? It will cost an arm and a leg to get a plumber to make an emergency visit on a holiday and that’s if you can find someone who will do it.
Sly looks at me as if I'd sprouted horns. Who would do something so wacky as to call a plumber?
Sly: Primo can fix it.
Me: Oh that's just how I want Primo to spend his vacation.
Muttered to myself, of course. I am going to be the
agreeable girlfriend who does not cause drama.
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