Sink Stink
I don’t
think I’m spoiled. I really don’t ask
for much. I don’t need a lot of
stuff. I like a hot meal from time to
time; I like a warm house in the winter and a cool house in the summer. I like clean clothes, a hot shower, a nice
tread on my tires and a good woman to share it all with.
I have all
these things. There was one more thing I
have always wanted.
I always
wanted a garbage disposal.
I am not a
finicky person, but I do not like cleaning out that kitchen drain thing every
night. That’s right; Cranky does the
dishes…most of the time anyway.
I hate
carrying that thing over to the garbage, clanging in on the can and still
having to finger scrape the last of the disgusting soggy leftovers out of that
stupid screen thing.
When we did
a kitchen makeover two years ago, I got my garbage disposal. That’s it; I now have everything I ever
wanted. Except I don’t.
Why not
Cranky?
It seems
that Mrs. C is afraid of chipping the new Corian sink. To protect the sink she purchased a rubber
mat thing that sits on little rubber feet on the Corian sink. Dishes and flatware all rest on the rubber
thing and not the Corian sink, so the sink will not chip. Not that I ever heard of Corian having a
problem with chipping.
The rubber
thingy is not solid, it is ribbed, which allows water to easily flow through
it. It does not always allow kitchen
crud to flow through. Now the same
kitchen crud that used to accumulate in that drain screen thing gets stuck in
the rubber ribs of our Corian protector.
Instead of
finger scraping disgusting soggy leftovers out of the screen thing, I have to
pry them off the rubber ribs of the Corian sink protector. As if that is not enough, the rubber ribbed
thing also allows water, soap and assorted liquid crud to pass through in such
a way that the un-chipped Corian sink is stained and resembles a zebra.
The stains
can be cleaned with a little soap, a slight abrasive and some elbow
grease. So now after doing the dishes I
have to clean crud out of the rubber ribbed thing and then scrub out the zebra
stains in the sink.
I guess if I made a really big deal about it, I could get the easy clean-up sink. Then I might have everything I’ve always
wanted except a good woman to share it all with.
I think I’ll
go with the good woman thing and give up on the easy to clean sink.
Every once in a while I am not a jerk.
Every once in a while I am not a jerk.