I have a confession to make . . . I have this issue you see . . . a bit of a problem you could say . . . I am a disaster with garbage disposals.
OK, before we start with any troubleshooting, I want you to promise me that you will please obey the cardinal rule of "Garbage Disposal Repair". That is you will never put your hand in the hopper (down the drain into the disposal)! Do I listen to this cardinal rule, brah hah ha! Down the drain my hand goes to see what mischief is down my disposal.
That being said, let's take a look at fixing this vital piece of kitchen equipment in my kitchen that I consistently try to destroy. A couple of days before Thanksgiving I went to turn the disposal on and ‘click, click, click’ nothing. No purr of the motor . . . no grinding of food. My husband was sitting there and gave me ‘the look’, which I knew, meant, you are in BIG trouble. After a good lecture, which I completely ignored . . .
DH: “I am NOT fixing it”
ME: “If you don’t fix it, I’m calling the plumber”
DH: "I'm not fixing it"
ME: "You are"
“Hey Honey” in a very stern, commanding voice . . . I simply ignored him and kept on with my task because I knew that he had figured out what the problem was with the disposal
DH: “Well, you aren’t watching what is going down there either”
DH: “I’m getting real sick of this, every year or so you are breaking these disposals”
DH: “This is the last one, I’m telling you, I will not install another one”
DH: “Do you hear me?”
ME: “Yes, I hear you and I didn’t do it, but thanks for fixing it and saving yourself $200 bucks and 6 hours of misery”
Yesterday, while cleaning up after dinner, I flip the switch of my disposal and I hear not the smooth purr of the disposal, but a clankety, clank clank.
ME: “Nothing, it’s nothing.”
DH: “Get out of the way”, tongs in hand . . . he digs out . . . a mangled medicine dispenser
ME: “I DID NOT put that down there, it was sitting in the sink, but I didn’t do it – it was you . . . when you washed your hands, you let it slide down there”