| The Chronicles of a Cheese Fridge |
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| Wednesday, 11 March 2009 17:57 | |||
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Once upon a time, there existed a cheese fridge... Aleyn: Hey, what's goin' on? Buddy: Not much... hey you busy? A: Not particularily... why? B: I need help moving a fridge. It's going to be my cheese fridge. A: A cheese fridge? Like a beer fridge... but for cheese? B: Yeah. I am going to start making my own cheese, and I need something to store it in. A: What's wrong with your regular fridge? B: Oh no, no. That won't do. I need to keep it a specific temperature. It needs its own dedicated refrigeration system. A: Alright, alright, calm down, stop flailing your arms around like. B: Sorry. A: How much did you pay for your new cheese fridge anyways? B: Nothin'. I typed ‘free fridge Regina' into Google, and voila... free fridge. A: Good idea. Where is this fridge? B: Sitting in the back of the truck. A: Alright let's get moving..... That's your cheese fridge. B: Sure is. A: It's like a hundred years old. B: Actually, 1929, so it's almost eighty. It's the same size as a beer fridge. A: Yeah sure, the inside. But the outside is three times as big, and I assume three times as heavy. B: Mere details. A: So where is this fridge going anyways? B: The basement. A: Hmm, that doesn't sound like fun. Did you measure the thing and compare it to the door? It doesn't look like it's going to fit. B: Sure did. They're both 22 inches. A perfect fit. A: Alright let's get movin'.....
A: I told you it wouldn't fit. I thought you measured this thing. B: Well, I did but I did it in the dark. Okay, I'll measure again... Hmm, the door is 22 inches, and the fridge is 24. Damn, that's not going to fit. A: Well, let's take off the door, and it should fit sideways. B: Easy, easy. Perfect fit through the door, now there's just the stairs to deal with. A: This just keeps getting better and better. Okay only two more steps left. Hey, did you plug this thing in to make sure it works? B: No. But the guy I got it from said it works. A: What if he just said that so some poor sucker would come and take away his non-working fridge? B: Hmm, well, we'll see. I am sure I can fix any problem. A: That's comforting. B: Move it over there, into that cubby hole, and I'll plug it in. A: Well...? B: Nope, doesn't work. A: That stinks. B: I can fix it. A: I'll watch.
... And the cheese fridge lived happily ever after. We're still waiting for the cheese.
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