I have this strange but intense fear of the sink disposal. This scene plays out in my mind where I reach down into the dark depths of the unknown and my hand comes out in a mangled pulp-like mess…never to be used again… for any normal purpose, I guess.
I’ve always credited that overpowering fear of the disposal to my years protecting my hands so they could perform as directed on the piano keyboard.
My mom used to tell me I shouldn’t date the long boarders in college because it was too dangerous for my hands to be passengers on those boards around town…maybe that rubbed off on me over the years.
Either way, the fear is real and it’s not disappearing anytime soon.
Anyway, the switch to our disposal is broken and has to be shoved into the ‘on’ position for it to work correctly. I went to use it the other day and it was actually stuck in the ‘on’ position but wasn’t running. Someone forgot to shove it back to the ‘off’ position…and I literally almost fainted in shock and fear.
I’m convinced whoever it was who hijacked my sink disposal is out to increase my sensitivities in this particular arena…and has succeeded in a very secretive fashion.
When I find the aforementioned person, there will be some serious words exchanged…but until then, I will be left checking and double checking my switch before any reaching into dark places occurs.
Husband, will you please fix our sink disposal switch?!? It would be greatly appreciated.
Love, your sweetheart
What is a fear you can't shake?