OK, so me not being a plumber (ever!!!) I installed my disposal unit myself. It was a little bit of a pain in the ass, but I got it all in. Hooked it all up and connected the dishwasher. Run water, and it all looks lovely. I was feeling good. Well after several days just for giggles I look under the sink, well a pool of water. I was like, oh shit, what did I fuck up. Well, I saw it was the dishwasher hose, and I readjusted it and then, to make sure, reset the disposal altogether. I Ran water, all was good, and I felt like a boss. Fast-forward to last Friday. I was heading out for a quick trip and needed to run my dishes. So I ran a load on the dishwasher and didn't think anything about it. It ran and ended, and all was well, and I headed out. Ok, so now it's Sunday night, and it's midnight into Monday, and I need to sleep, and I get home from my travels, and the house smells like ass. Well, the first thing I did was check the garbage; not that smell, but I took it out ...
Just my thoughts, fiction and non-fiction :)