"...Isabel? Are you finished? Can you hand me your plate?"
Aunt Vero looks puzzledly at me, then at my Dad, then back at me. "What's wrong honey? Did the food make you sick?" Aunt Vero let out a giggle. "I knew(more) I needed to teach little bro how to cook!"
Dad shook his head. "Isabel hates the sound of the garbage disposal. Makes her nauseous." A grin spread over his face.
"Wait, you didn't have any complaints about my weiner casserole until now!"
Another wave of nausea came over me as Dad and Aunt Vero began to tease each other. I hated that they didn't take this more seriously - why is it that no one finds aaaaaanything strange about the garbage "disposal" living under our sink?
Look, I totally get why we need a "disposal." It is a waste to just throw out our leftovers, and it makes for stinky trash. Dad's all about recycling and all that stuff, so I'm sure this is just another way to save the planet by feeding the "disposal" instead.
But the disposal monster is just so loud! With the toilet monster, all you hear is a weird hiccup when its finished. With the disposal, you can literally hear its teeth grinding and gnashing against the sink and the forks. METAL forks. What kind of teeth does this thing even have?
The absolute worst part is when Dad sticks his hand in it. Somehow he knows how to keep the disposal obedient, but what if it gets mad that Dad fed it another spoon? What would my friends say if they knew I had a Dad with a stump?
"GRLGALSKDGASDASDRRGRGRR," said the disposal monster.