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Teeth! Teeth! Teeth!
2019-Nov-18, Monday 11:05
One problem with owning a home is that when something goes wrong, you have to deal with it yourself. 
The weekend before last, I threw some carrot tops in the garbage disposal and it started making an awful grinding noise. It did not get better, and when it started making a rattling noise as well I looked inside and found that:
Well. The plumber finally arrived at 2 p.m., requiring me to take an additional half-day off, and before he arrived he called and ranted for fifteen minutes about customers who didn't realize he was coming to do an inspection for the insurance company and assumed their problem would get fixed immediately and the insurance company paying late, without really getting a word in edgewise. So, off to a great start. But, when he did arrive, he kept calling me "Mr. Wayne"--the building I live in is called Wayne Manor, so 🦇--and he agreed that the disposal was degraded beyond repair. So, after ten minutes he left to go file the report. Assuming the insurance company pays, the $60 claim fee will still be much cheaper than a new disposal, so the only thing I'm out is the extra half-day I had to take.
Now to wait.
The weekend before last, I threw some carrot tops in the garbage disposal and it started making an awful grinding noise. It did not get better, and when it started making a rattling noise as well I looked inside and found that:
- Both of the teeth had separated from the plate holding them in place
- The plate itself was a rusted mess that would never be capable of securing anything again
Well. The plumber finally arrived at 2 p.m., requiring me to take an additional half-day off, and before he arrived he called and ranted for fifteen minutes about customers who didn't realize he was coming to do an inspection for the insurance company and assumed their problem would get fixed immediately and the insurance company paying late, without really getting a word in edgewise. So, off to a great start. But, when he did arrive, he kept calling me "Mr. Wayne"--the building I live in is called Wayne Manor, so 🦇--and he agreed that the disposal was degraded beyond repair. So, after ten minutes he left to go file the report. Assuming the insurance company pays, the $60 claim fee will still be much cheaper than a new disposal, so the only thing I'm out is the extra half-day I had to take.
Now to wait.
