Much to my surprise I received a notice from my landlord the other day telling me that I was getting a new refrigerator! Although there was nothing wrong with my old one, I am not a person who looks a gift horse in the mouth and so my puppets and I got to work:
First everything needed to be removed. How embarrassing: small items of heaven only knows what in sandwich bags, stale bread, you know how it is . . .
The tension mounts as the refrigerators arrived. Down the hall they came, a parade of proud white refrigerators.
Oops! It's a head with a mouth with very white teeth. I was glad to see he could wiggle out of that space, he was a very large man . . .
He plugged it in, turned it on, gave me a big smile and out the door he went, off to deliver more refrigerators. Everything from my counter went into my new baby. Life is good.
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