The Fridge That Isn't

Yesterday was a brand new, happy, sunshiny day, until the day turned around and bitch-slapped us in the face. Pardon the language, maybe I should say that the day turned around, noticed our happiness and sense of accomplishment and proceeded to rip them from us and stomp them into the dirt.

We had finally procured our very own refrigerator. Refrigerators make an excellent addition to any kitchen. They are well known for their many conveniences, which include refrigerating comestibles, displaying artwork and lists, and looking sleek and classy. Ours came equipped with a freezer as well, especially handy for making things very cold, and indispensable for ice-making and ice-cream storing.

Our refrigerator, however, isn’t. That is to say, it does not refrigerate. Rather, it has turned out to be a large, metal, fridge-shaped kitchen closet. Instead of chilling food, it sits there and makes a plastic smell, and instead of making ice, it is actually warmer inside of the freezer than in the room. While it would still easily host an array of artwork, magnets, and to-do lists, it no longer looks sleek and classy now that we know it to be just a tease. A fraud. A con artist. Snuck into our home under false pretenses. And me with a grocery bag full of dairy products, purchased in gleeful anticipation…

So now we’re investigating returning it to the store, which, naturally, is in Guadalajara, so we’ll have to find someone who can lend us their truck (see Mexico: Land of Efficiency for why we no longer have our own). We’ve also tried calling the manufacturer, but thus far, they haven’t picked up. Getting the fridge in the first place was a multi-day activity, so I imagine trying to return or fix it will take at least as long. That leaves us fridge-less still, with a lot of yoghurt and cheese to eat up.

Here are two shots of our brand new kitchen closet. The second is a truer depiction, I think.



And for entertainment, Baby with the scorpion he befriended.