It's dead, Jim.
Oh, man. Where to begin.
Our fridge has been borken for a long time. The drawers don't work right, the shelves in the door have massive holes (fixed with cardboard), and the freezer didn't drain properly. The water would collect in the bottom and trickle out into an icy fridge-puddle that would collect in the center of the floor. Even our blind cat knew where the fridge puddle would be, and while he was alive he would skirt the area.
The other day (Sunday) I bought some groceries on my way in from my grandma's house. A couple of them were frozen, and when I went to put them in the freezer, I thought that the freezer felt a little warm. Told the mom, but she said it felt fine to her, so I didn't give it much more thought.
Yesterday the fridge was peeing large puddles across the kitchen floor, much larger than the usual fridge-puddle size. The step-dad said he hoped it wasn't a prelude to fridge death, but that he wouldn't be surprised if it were. Neither would I, come to that.
Woke up this morning at 8:00 to my mother's screaming mental distress signal. Turns out that the fridge died sometime in the wee hours of the morning, and was leaking water all over the kitchen floor, and all the food inside was in danger of going bad. Which would suck. So she and I spent an hour moving everything into the giant freezer in the garage and the junker fridge in the basement via cooler. And that. That. That was disgusting. The freezer had melt-y miscellaneous leakage throughout, and every time I came in contact with it I would immediately spaz out and go wash my hands. The fridge was much the same. But hey, we disposed of stuff!
We decided what would live, and what was condemned to death (since the garbage men hadn't shown up yet, we were still able to take the trash out). All I had in the fridge was some hummus, cheese, and half of an avocado--they all lived. The freezer was another story. I lost a couple bags of frozen veggies and some ravioli, but nothing important perished. Now the fridge is sitting, desolate and empty, with a sign on it that reads "I'm a doctor, not a refrigerator repairman. It's dead, Jim."
All that before I even went to work.
Now that I'm back from work, the mom and I are going to the DirectBuy warehouse to see what they have in the way of refrigerators. Oy vey, what a day!
Our fridge has been borken for a long time. The drawers don't work right, the shelves in the door have massive holes (fixed with cardboard), and the freezer didn't drain properly. The water would collect in the bottom and trickle out into an icy fridge-puddle that would collect in the center of the floor. Even our blind cat knew where the fridge puddle would be, and while he was alive he would skirt the area.
The other day (Sunday) I bought some groceries on my way in from my grandma's house. A couple of them were frozen, and when I went to put them in the freezer, I thought that the freezer felt a little warm. Told the mom, but she said it felt fine to her, so I didn't give it much more thought.
Yesterday the fridge was peeing large puddles across the kitchen floor, much larger than the usual fridge-puddle size. The step-dad said he hoped it wasn't a prelude to fridge death, but that he wouldn't be surprised if it were. Neither would I, come to that.
Woke up this morning at 8:00 to my mother's screaming mental distress signal. Turns out that the fridge died sometime in the wee hours of the morning, and was leaking water all over the kitchen floor, and all the food inside was in danger of going bad. Which would suck. So she and I spent an hour moving everything into the giant freezer in the garage and the junker fridge in the basement via cooler. And that. That. That was disgusting. The freezer had melt-y miscellaneous leakage throughout, and every time I came in contact with it I would immediately spaz out and go wash my hands. The fridge was much the same. But hey, we disposed of stuff!
We decided what would live, and what was condemned to death (since the garbage men hadn't shown up yet, we were still able to take the trash out). All I had in the fridge was some hummus, cheese, and half of an avocado--they all lived. The freezer was another story. I lost a couple bags of frozen veggies and some ravioli, but nothing important perished. Now the fridge is sitting, desolate and empty, with a sign on it that reads "I'm a doctor, not a refrigerator repairman. It's dead, Jim."
All that before I even went to work.
Now that I'm back from work, the mom and I are going to the DirectBuy warehouse to see what they have in the way of refrigerators. Oy vey, what a day!