Sad.
A few nights ago, an innocent little spoon fell undetected into the dark abyss that is my In-Sink-Erator, soon become the latest victim to the monster’s gnawing teeth. Yes, this wayward piece of flatware endured an unceremonious demise as I flipped on the food disposal switch and heard all too late the loud clattering of a utensil in peril. I immediately shut down the operation and plunged my hand into the depths of my sink, hoping I’d find nothing more than an errant bottle cap or two. But as we all know, I was wrong. My heart sank as I discovered the mangled and thrashed spoon, its head bent backwards as if it were Kristin Scott Thomas at the end of The English Patient. Poor guy never had a chance.
I sort of knew something like this would eventually happen. The spoon was actually one of many diminutive utensils donated to my apartment by my friend, IndianJones, who was in the process of upgrading his kitchen inventory. I mocked him for ever having such tiny — verging on baby-sized — spoons, but my roommate and I are never ones to throw away free items; so we took on the pint-sized flatware, knowing full well that the risk of some dreadful In-Sink-Erator tragedy would increase tenfold. And now it has happened. If only the spoon had been a little bit bigger — it would have stuck out of the drain! I would have seen it! I could have saved it! But alas, it was not meant to be. A sad day for all.
A few more gut wrenching photos after the jump. Viewer discretion is advised…
