Soooooooo, I don't wanna adult anymore. I was being a good adult and finally cleaning out my refrigerator for the first time in a very long time. Like possibly since we moved in. I know I have cleaned the produce drawers before, but I'm struggling to come up with a time I actually took the shelves out and gave the ol' girl a good wipe down.
Any way, I cleaned out the random jars of old olives, salad dressings, marinades, and hot sauces, and crammed the contents of said jars into the sink disposal. I flipped the switch and away went all the nasty expired grossness. But then the disposal starting sounding not good and my entire counter started to tremble and the faucet was shaking like it was possessed by a poltergeist. I turned the disposal off and stuck my hand in there expecting to find some old lime rinds that were refusing to be pulverized. That is not what I found.
My fingers inspected the nooks and crannies and came upon the obstruction. A couple seconds into my discovery mission, I was standing there holding a gelatinous blob of squishy flesh colored goo big enough to fill my hand. It was honestly all I could do to not vomit on the spot. I immediately dropped the blob of goo into the sink, grabbed a paper towel to shield my hand, picked the blob back up, and launched it into the garbage can before my eyes could land on it again. All while my stomach lurched into my throat with each image of the blob returning to my mind.
The only thing I can think is that maybe some raw chicken scraps got in there and balled up into a cohesive glob of malleable goo instead of getting broken up by the disposal blades. Digusting.
So yeah, I don't wanna adult anymore. I want to go back to a time when I wasn't responsible for keeping a sink disposal gooey glob free. And I'm quite positive I wasn't repsonsible for any bills at that time in my life either. This needs to happen.
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