Jaime, Brittany, and I were settling down to watch Napoleon Dynamite when Brittany decided she needed to grab a drink. When she came back, she said, "I turned off the garbage disposal for you." Oops. That's right. I turned it on when I was scraping crumbs off the plates right after dinner. Good thing at least SHE noticed the wall switch was in the "on" position or else we would have let the poor garbage disposal run all night, burning out the motor. (Yes, it's happened before.) Dunno why someone doesn't come up with a color coded metal edge around the disposal opening. If I had a neon green ring sitting in my sink, I bet at least one of us would have turned it off sooner. Same problem with the vent fan above the stove.
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