The Gods must be cursing me.
We came back home from school on Friday and Tanay asked for breakfast sausages for a snack. When I got them out of the freezer, something just didn’t seem right. The sausages were all soft and wobbly. On checking, I realised that every single food item had been compromised. So my first thought was that maybe I had over stuffed the freezer. I started taking stuff out and checking their expiry dates. I promptly discarded some stuff. No guilt. I am ok with throwing stuff that is not meant to be eaten.
Next I turn to the internet for help. I googled ” new refrigerator”. Well…. if this one was nearing it’s end, I needed to start my research for a new one. And trust me, that can take a long time considering the number of options we have at our disposal in this country. The first one I saw was for $6599.99. DAMN! ok….. Plan B : “How to fix a broken refrigerator”. Then something caught my eye…… “Clean the condenser coils”. So I hauled out the vacuum, opened the bottom part and peeked in. Amidst what looked like a massive cloud of lint+dust+ewwww stuff, were a bunch of dinosaurs looking quite sick. I also found my favourite Eeyore fridge magnet looking extremely uneasy amongst all the beasts. I meticulously cleaned out the muck and waited for the fridge to start cooling. It didn’t.
Then came my hunk of a husband who read up every single article on the internet about fixing refrigerators and then tore apart each and every part of the poor unsuspecting appliance. That’s when I lost hope. Now it was truly broken. And ofcourse we had hit the weekend. Stuff like this ALWAYS happens on a weekend. By this time most of the stuff in my fridge was beginning to smell funny. Then I started the heart wrenching process of trashing every single piece of eatable. I could hear my moms’ voices in my head. ” You waste so much food! Don’t you know that hundreds of little innocent children are dying of hunger in India. Imagine how many mouths you can feed with all this” STOP IT. STOP IT!!! Ok….. for the last time, what am I supposed to do. Give it to Kantabai. No…wait. I don’t have a Kantabai. I am the f*g Kantabai of the house. Neither do I have a bunch of cows sprawled near the community garbage bin who can eat my leftovers. That’s it. I refuse to feel guilty. Not anymore.
Fast forward to this morning when the PSE&G guy came to take a look. The kitchen looked like an operation theatre, where a patient had been cut open and left for someone else to come and stitch him up….. shudder! Turns out the starter relay needed to be fixed. Also turns out my hunky geek had already figured that out. See Mom, I married the right guy! So all is well……. at the cost of a couple of hundred bucks. The refrigerator still has to be stitched up, coz that would have cost us another couple hundred if the technician were to do it. And I am off to Wegmans to shop my heart out!
3 years ago • Notes