Fear Factor, Episode I: The Garbage Disposal

[butterbobbin]

OK, so I really hate garbage disposals. I have hated them since I was seven and saw something so absolutely revolting and frightening relating to a garbage disposal that it has, I believe, scarred me for life. I think the scene in Halloween H20 (do not ask, do not ask) with the garbage disposal was easily more scary and intense than anything else in that entire film - even though nothing actually HAPPENED with it.

I have managed to avoid contact with garbage disposals in our various houses over the years. At the moment, however, I happen to live in an apartment equipped with one. And my husband likes to use it. Fine. So I've been using it too. I've become almost used to using it.

Tonight, however, I put some apple peels down. Which I have done before. Mr Disposal didn't want apple peels this evening. Now there are two inches of scummy water in the sink.

With my stomach in knots I have repeatedly put my hand down into the disposal to try and free up whatever is stuck.

Ew.

So Dan disappeared to go buy us a plunger and see if that will help.

Things like this ALWAYS happen twenty minutes before sundown. Which as of now is three minutes away. Heigh-ho, Sabbath.

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[polargriff.livejournal.com]

In fifth or sixth grade, I read one of R.L. Stine's Fear Street books my older sister left lying around, and there was a scene with... Yeah, won't go into detail. It scarred me for years about using garbage disposals, but I overcame that fear in high school and am now comfortable using said disposals. =)

Happy Sabbath!