The photo you’re looking at over to the left isn’t my old refrigerator. My old refrigerator—the one in the apartment where I live here in Covington, Kentucky—died on Tuesday. It was only two years old.
So, my 60 plus years of not having a refrigerator die on me has come to an end. For the past couple of days, it was dying a slow death. First the bottom part of the refrigerator went out, then the freezer. The maintenance man came out again on Tuesday morning and pronounced the whole thing dead. Again, only two years old. Simply put, they sure don’t make things like they used to.
The good news is it has been replaced with a brand new refrigerator—one the maintenance guy says will probably also only last a couple years. His words: “I’m replacing shit with shit.” I can’t argue with his logic.
The bad news is I had to throw away all my food in my old refrigerator—probably over a hundred bucks worth.
Anyone who knows me knows I don’t like wasting and throwing away food. My parents taught me that when I was growing up on a farm. I literally cried taking that spoiled food to the dumpster. It was such a waste.
I’m over it. There’s no point in crying over spilt milk. Of course now with a new but empty refrigerator, I currently have no milk to spill.
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