A Bit to Read

My fridge died yesterday. I’m no fridgician, but I attribute the cause of death to internal bleeding. I’d noticed water on the floor a day or two ago, and in the way these things go, I wasn’t too concerned.

My fridge was tottering on realm of the elderly. It even had some minor surgeries, completed with help from the miraculous duct tape,  But, alas, I did not realize how dire things were.

I opened the door, and there was a little water on the plastic below the fruit and vegetable drawers.

“Huh,” I said to myself. “I wonder where that came from?” I pulled out the drawer and discovered a new, vast body of water, pooled beneath the drawers.

So farewell old friend. Though I won’t miss the compartment on the door coming loose and bottles falling on my toes. Or the array of odd noises you make. Or the uncertainty that you are, in fact, properly refrigerating my food to a degree to prevent food poisoning.

But otherwise, farewell, old friend. I’m thinking maybe a side-by-side.