ice cream melted
So our refrigerator broke down.
More specifically, our freezer stopped freezing.
The ice cream could not be saved.
Neither could the meat.
Of course, this happened at the worst time.
But then is there ever a good time for your freezer to go on the fritz?
Remaining, calm, I did what every person with a broken appliance would do.
At 1 pm, I was feeling optimistic.
And then something magical happened!
So instead of focusing on how much meat I’d just thrown away, I focused on this:
It was nice of Clay to include a crumpled up bag of Starbucks coffee. It made the box smell really good.
Then I read Clay’s note which explained that if I return the empty bag, the folks at Starbucks will give me a free coffee.
He also included this:
Thank you, Clay! 😉
Unfortunately, the coffee would have to wait.
Because I couldn’t leave the house.
At 2 pm, the repair guys still hadn’t come.
And I had a terrible realization:
So I was in my jammies at 2 o’clock in the afternoon?
It was my day off!
Don’t judge me!
One tweep invoked Murphy’s Law:
Time dragged like the time my brother dragged me by my hair.
But I never even had a chance to ask for it.
Or explain why I wanted it.
Or get his permission to post it.
He was in and out of that freezer so fast you’d have thought I hadn’t showered or something.
Which I did, thank you very much.
Anyway, he’ll be back next Thursday.
Meanwhile, tomorrow the student who gave me the tip on how to bet in that hockey contest will be getting a little somethin’-somethin’ from me.
I mean chocolate from Pittsburgh.
Sheesh! Y’all can take something innocent and delicate and gentle — like hockey — and twist it like the towel Patrick used to dry out my dripping freezer, and turn it into something nasty.
And, by the way, that towel is nasty now.
What is the last appliance you had to service? And how many times did it take for the repair-person to come back until it was really fixed? And what do you think about extended warranties?