tao1

it's been a long time since I've done dishes. a _long_ time. my standard operating procedure is to just wash what I need at the time...which means a fork here, a spoon there, a plate, a bowl, etc. every once in a while however, I wash <b>all</b> the dishes. today is that day. after I've finished wiping slime from the dishes at the bottom of the sink, I decide, "it'd probably be a good idea to run the garbage disposal for a second or two, just to make sure nothing's alive down there."

I reach up and flip the switch.

CLANK BAZIIIIINNG THUD

in less than a second, a spoon that was somehow all the way down in the garbage disposal, shot out, missed my head by a few inches, and put an odd dent in the wall.

interesting part? the spoon is still good. I got my silverware from my grandmother's kitchen stuff, so it's like 1970's stainless so-thick-you-could-kill-a-horse-with-the-butter-knife steel. the damage to the spoon was a couple of mostly cosmetic nicks.

long live good utensils.