Refrigerators were always there for me and I like it though I sometimes took the preservation of refrigerated perishables for granted. I never really had to think about their functionality, and never cared to learn much about freon (it’s a registered trademark, by the way).
That changed when I was living in New York.
The 24 hour East Coast blackout of 2003 was an event that first got me thinking about the significance of refrigeration. It was only 24 hours but it felt like the end of the world.
It was a summer in August, two years after September 11th, the day things got stranger in the world, so fretting with food I needed to throw out…well, I took it in stride. That was the way to survive in New York.
Then perfect super storm Sandy hit and the power went out in the midst of glued-to-the-CNN-screen Breaking News report. All of lower Manhattan was without power for four days. I fled to Williamsburg, Brooklyn, without giving a thought to the contents in my refrigerator.
When power was restored and I returned to my Lower East Side apartment, my fridge had become a toxic event. She never recovered.
I’m living in Idaho now. There haven’t been any seemingly cataclysmic events here. If the power goes out, it’s usually just for a couple hours.
But there’s this fridge here now that stopped working this winter, and it’s growing toxic.
I didn’t pay much heed to it. It stopped working, and we moved it behind the special tarp in the carport. Contact a technician that specializes in appliance repair mission viejo if your fridge is on the fritz.
She’s been sitting and smirking at me for months now. Every time I walk past her, she sits there taunting me.
I went camping the other day, and I had to venture back beyond the tarp to get some gear. I inadvertently brushed past her, opening her doors, and releasing a toxic event.
I don’t know what we have in there. I am afraid to look. The noisome smell seared my nostrils and sent me reeling into paroxysms of disgust. I ran away in horror and have been avoiding that area of the garage ever since.
Perhaps it’s the Chantix I’ve been taking to quit smoking, or the weird movies I’ve been watching, but that demented refrigerator is haunting my dreams.
An anthropomorphized beast, lurking around dark hallways in my unconscious, threatening to swallow me up in its rapacious jaws, this fridge is fast becoming a menacing force to recon with.
I’m reminded of the terrifying diet pills fridge scene from Requiem for a Dream. The fridge in my dreams is moving ever closer indoors to ignite a coup vivified appliances!
Requiem for a Dream
That fridge needs to go; I can’t go on living knowing it’s there to haunt my dreams. This evil fridge presence won’t release it’s grip on my mind.
All this time I was allowing myself to be haunted by an inanimate object, lured into sinister dark places in my mind.
After another bad dream that left me in a pool of my own cold sweat, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
Turns out it is relatively easy to call and get rid of a ungovernable, unwanted fridge.
Taking steps to properly dispose of an old refrigerator is important because it contains harmful chemicals that can damage the environment.
With proper refrigerator recycling, the harmful chemicals get properly disposed of and any reusable materials such as the metal also get recycled. Both prevent unnecessary harm to humans, animals, or plant life. And if you’re in the market for a new refrigerator, you can visit this website.
We got rid of the fridge and it cleared a lot of space in the garage and in my mind. After the haunting dissolved, I started to fixate on other abandoned objects we started to unearth.
We have too much space to store things we don’t need: the flotsam and jetsam of life.
We are calling movers to pack it up and take us to another house. We will start again with much less stuff. I can tell you one thing, we will never have a menacing abandoned refrigerator lurking anywhere around the house.