I’m staring at the glass before me which contains a splash of a lovely, buttery Chardonnay. What I’m about to do will make any decent oenophile gasp in horror.I add ice cubes.Lest you judge dear reader I’ve got reason as you’ll see….or not.
So, I’ve had a first world problem for over a week now (eight days and ten hours to be exact). The refrigerator, a lovely gleaming Kitchen Aid purchased new one year ago…went on the fritz. Specifically, only part of it died. It was a curiously slow decline that I witnessed; over the course of two weeks I noted that the refrigerator was not cooling items very well but the freezer was behaving perfectly fine.
That’s strange. How could this be?
I checked the settings. I even lowered the temperature by two degrees. Nothing. Well, actually there was something; I was beginning to throw away food at an alarming rate due to spoilage.Well isn’t this just peachy? Not.I dug through my files to find the receipt.
Yep. You guessed it. We are less than a week past the warranty coverage. As happens often in my world…what rotten luck.
Grrr. A one year warranty for a $3200 refrigerator!? Over coffee, I gripe to my sis about this. She points out that’s why they try to rope you into purchasing pricey extended warranty coverage. In all my years of purchasing new refrigerators I never purchased extended warranties. Refrigerators were built to last a long time. Our fridge in my childhood years is likely still running, albeit terribly out of fashion in it’s avocado dress.
I call the place where I purchased the refrigerator and they are sympathetic. They urge me to contact Kitchen Aid to complain about a one year warranty saying that if enough people do so perhaps the company will do something about it. They also give me the name of the service repair company they refer their customers to. I’m of the temperament to complain later. In need of a refrigerator, like yesterday, my energies need to go into getting the problem fixed. So I look up the referral and the company appears to have good ratings. I call to have it serviced, which in itself makes me want to spit bullets because, again….the refrigerator is just a year old! But I grit teeth and breathe through the impulse to be angry. There are so many less fortunate than me.
The response is not as swift as I would have liked it to be. It takes two days for a serviceman to come out but I’ve got the luxury of storing items in my sisters’ basement refrigerator. It doesn’t take long for the repairman to diagnose the problem. I spit even more bullets when it was determined that the freezer door apparently was not being closed appropriately on enough occasions that it caused the refrigerator fan to fail. I rack my brains for all of a minute and realize that this problem can be traced back to a certain man-child who had the freezer stuffed to the gills with his junk food for ten months.
I excuse myself to my study for a moment. I need the time to give my Dammit Doll a good three whacks on my desk. Ah…better. I’m feeling mighty proud that I didn’t utter one expletive. And yes, it hasn’t escaped me that for six weeks we didn’t have a functioning kitchen due to the renovation but we did have a working refrigerator! Now the opposite has occurred! How upside-down is that?
The repairman orders a new fan part which may be around $400 and he says we should have it in a week, tops. “Great,” I say with all the calm I can muster. The service rep smiles when I tell him: “I’ll chill. We can go with the flow for one week; it’s just a minor inconvenience in the big scheme of things.” Right?
Hmm. Maybe I’d lose a pound or two without trips to the fridge for cheese…
So here we are today, a week later. The repairman is back with the new part in hand. I’m practically busting with excitement that within the hour I’ll have a working refrigerator again. I’m itching to fill the bins with salad greens and vegetables and of course eggs, butter, cheese, milk and yogurt. There’s a couple of bottles of prosecco and a bottle of Chardonnay too, not to mention Rocket-man will have his beer back in the fridge and not in a cooler on the kitchen floor.
As I type these words I am mindful that my inconvenience is trivial compared to so many. Hundreds of thousands of folks in North Carolina are without power as the continue to be pummeled by Hurricane Florence. Relief washes over me knowing that my elderly aunt and uncle have evacuated Roanoke Island in the Outer Banks to a safer location. We are lucky that it seems our area will be spared Flo’s wrath.So I’m chilled (sort-of) with the refrigerator repairman–in spite of the fact that he arrived just barely within the service window of between 1-4 p.m. I’m chilled (sort-of) that he has been downstairs working on the repair for two hours now.
Good grief! How long does it take to install a refrigerator fan?!
Meanwhile, The Poodle figures it’s his earnest duty to bark…a lot…which of course is doing nothing to keep SHE WHO LOVES and FEEDS HIM calm after a week of hit or miss meals because of not having a refrigerator!Ah…here we go folks! I hear the repair dude calling from the kitchen below. I practically dance down the stairs with checkbook in hand ready to pay and then make a mad dash to the grocery store.
Oh…wait dear reader. I’ve got an update!
Wait for it…wait for it….WAIT FOR IT…Drum roll…..THE WRONG PART WAS ORDERED!
“Sorry ma’am, but it looks like It’ll be another week before the correct part comes in.” Son of a…biscuit.
I’m pretty sure I looked at him with blood-laced daggers in my eyes. In fact, I noted he winced as he said “I’m sorry” for the third time.A purple minion moment is entirely justified here. Just saying.So pardon me while I go do just that…
As soon as the repairman was out the door I call and leave an after-hours message for the appliance repair company telling them in measured restraint that I AM NOT CHILLED.
Fortunately, I’ve got chicken stored in my sister’s refrigerator. That, along with tomatoes, rice, onions, olive oil and garlic means there is hope for a home cooked meal on the table this evening. And there’s plenty of pasta in the pantry with all sorts of possibilities that don’t require a stocked refrigerator. Indeed. What on earth am I carping on about. We can get through another week.
There is bliss in that.