No, really, what did I do in another life? Exterminate Jews while wearing a stupid moustache? Just so I know. About an hour ago I was working really well, extricating myself among atholls and admirals, and I decided I'd earned a beer. So I get up and open the fridge. I put a hand inside and it's warm, even though the light is on. Alcohol isn't always bad, it can be an alarm system... Call my aunt up at my folks' to know whether I can use the empty fridge in her apartment, which is adjacent to mine. Surreal dialogue with my mom while my aunt yells in the background saying her fridge is full. Turns out she thought I was my great-aunt, who lives close to them. Having cleared up who I am, she says yes, her fridge works. I move my few things from one fridge to the other. It must have happened just an hour or so before, because my bread and bretzeln aren't even fully thawed. I use the chance to clear out some stuff such as an old Guinness and some even older wasabi. (Are you happy, Bro?) Then I unplug the fridge. Pieces of ice start breaking from the electric coils. Maybe it just needed to be cleaned, so that's ok, but a little water spills out. I go into the bathroom to get a floor towel AND FIND THE BATHROOM FULL OF WATER! My aunt calls me back to ask me about Vice Admiral Kondo. My mind is not exactly on him. A quick search reveals that one of the washing machine's tubes is not tight enough and water has been dropping for a while, and since the shower is nearby, I always thought that was the reason for the wet floor. But now it's not wet, it's FLOODED, and I have to turn the water off. Meanwhile my bookstand where I work collapses. The sad thing is that I can't tell this to my publishers. Nobody would believe me. I'd post the pics, if I had time. Oh well. If life gives you broken fridges, make bretzeln. Yum. |