Down in the not-so-humble streets of New York, a fridge one family thought was more than humble grew tired of people touching him all the time. This fridge was named Maytag and was upset with the family for always waking it up to open him and put stuff inside of him. One day, Maytag had enough. He grew legs, got up and ran away!
A week later a local news paper heard the story and published an article titled “Miracle Alert! A Fridge has Grown Legs and Run Away from Home!” The family reading this article in the paper would never have called it a miracle. They called it a misfortune because not only did they have to buy a new fridge they also had to restock on food. In their misfortune, the family father David called up the editor of the paper and complained in these words:
“Please, for the love of New York will you change the title of that article to Misfortune Alert!”
The editor replied, “But, sir, you don’t think it’s a miracle that your fridge can grow legs and run like a human?”
Sighing in grief, David answered, “Well, isn’t your fridge running?”
The editor quickly checked if his fridge was running, and it was running fine. When he got back to the phone, he said, “I get your point now, David. And we’ll do you something better than change the headline. We’ll write a whole new article titled ‘Update: Miracle Sweeps Across New York as all Fridges are Running!’“
Unlike my last two short stories which have been a little silly and fun, this story here is true and is not that funny at all, well, perhaps a little bit. You’ll know what I mean once I get started.
I was visiting a friend in Fort Worth, Texas for a reunion dinner feast when, lo and behold, the dish washing machine stopped working and everyone looked at me because I was the only appliance technician in the friend group let alone that very kitchen. As soon as I saw those two dozen eyeballs staring at me from the dish washing machine I knew what they wanted. I said, “Alright, but I need tools.”
Tools were brought up from the garage after several minutes of me hoping they didn’t have any and saying “we could always just wash the dishes by hand.”
Someone else who wanted an excuse to go to a Chinese food buffet was looking up articles on Yahoo.com that tried to explain why going out for dinner was healthy for the mind or something. I was just glad I wasn’t the only one making up excuses. So, with tools in hand, I stooped behind the pulled-out dish washing machine and began my inspection, with a bunch of hovering chatty people annoying me from behind, of course. I couldn’t see anything wrong with the dish washing machine itself and it turned on but no water was coming into it so I thought maybe the problem was the water pipe.
After discussing this and asking the home owner to turn off the water so I could open the pipe and take a look, the same guy who was reading Yahoo.com articles suggest that we just call Appliance Repair Fort Worth and go to this Korean restaurant he’s always wanted to try but no one agreed, except me, sadly.
So after buddy said the water was shut off I began wrenching the pipe to take a look inside and see what was wrong. I’m not much of a plumber but I pretended to be, believing everything would be fine except that THE WATER WAS NOT SHUT OFF and it went spraying into my face and everyone started laughing. But then no one was laughing a few seconds later when they realized how much water was pooling all over the hardwood floor. There was enough water to keep a family of fish alive in, and then I was the only one laughing. Buddy began to apologize, saying he turned the wrong knob and so the water upstairs was off but not here in the kitchen. That fact was clear when another friend nonchalantly poured a glass of water from the sink and went into the living room to watch the football game, pretending there was no drama here whatsoever.
So to make a long ending short we did end up going to that Korean restaurant. It was not as good as the food we had planned to make but we had a good time there in our own private booth. I think it’s one of the most top rated restaurants in Fort Worth, or at least it was when I was there some years ago, but I can’t remember the name. It wasn’t English, that’s all I remember.
Now I might be going to Fort Worth again for a 2020 New Years celebration with the same friends but I’m still deciding. After remembering this story now I think I might want a little less drama this year. It wasn’t too dramatic but sadly enough my friend still blames me for ruining his hardwood floors even though it was his fault for not turning off the water. He said he’s not a plumber and I should have done it because I’m experienced, but I keep telling him I’m not a plumber either; I’m an appliance technician and there’s a big difference. One day he’ll apologize. One day… Maybe I should go this year just so I can make fun of his lame laminate floor that he cheaply replaced the hardwood with.
Just remember not every appliance repair adventure in Fort Worth is as sad or exciting as this one. Most of the time this job is rather boring so it helps the mind to have a good, funny story every once in a while, so I hope you enjoyed.
Inspired by Narnia, this is a story about Little Timmy and how he had an adventure in his parents’ kitchen oven.
One day, Little Timmy woke up believing his parents weren’t home, but really they were just sleeping in because they dug into the cabinet the night before. Little Timmy wanted to play, but since he had been a bad boy his parents had taken all his toys away the day before. Not knowing what to do, Little Timmy went into the kitchen. He saw the cabinet his parents had dug into last night but couldn’t reach the contents therein, thank God.
So, still bored, Little Timmy opened the oven and crawled inside. In here, he saw naught but black, black as black as pitch, and shook his head, wishing there was something more interesting in here. But when he closed his eyes, an image did stir in his mind, and suddenly an elf was there beckoning him to follow. Little Timmy obeyed and the elf led him through a dark tunnel until they emerged into a field of broken appliances. Here, in this bright and beautiful field with the sun smiling above, there were broken dishwashers, fridges, microwaves, and every domestic appliance a little boy can dream of. Wondering why this was so, Little Timmy asked the elf just that: “Why are all these broken appliances here in this wonderful field?”
The elf answered, “Because this is Broken Appliance Land where all broken appliances go once no one no longer wants them.”
Amazed by this truth, Little Timmy began to explore. He explored so excitedly it were as if the elf was no longer there, but he was still watching. Little Timmy found a freezer that led into a museum, a dishwasher that led into a zoo, and decided to enter an oven that led him back into his own kitchen because he saw his parents there and missed them.
When he crawled out of the oven, he heard the elf wishing him goodbye, and his parents kissed and hugged him.
One day Benny, an 8-year-old boy living somewhere in Texas, woke up to grab a glass a milk and realized the fridge was broken and the milk was warm. He went to his mother’s room to wake her and tell her that the fridge needed a repair service but as soon as she opened her eyes and saw her son standing at the bedside she remembered it was Thanksgiving and had a lot of cooking to do.
“Oh, Benny! Thanks for waking me. I got a lot of cooking to do,” said Benny’s mother. She rose from bed just as Benny opened his mouth. She quickly donned her robe as Benny began to explain how he had wanted a glass of milk this morning but she heard none of it because her mind was racing, preparing all the tasks she had to do that day to get her turkey dinner finished.
“Quiet, Benny. I need to focus. I need to start cooking.” Then, halfway to the kitchen, she paused and continued, “Can you please go the market and get some ingredients. There’s a list on the fridge. Please take it and buy everything on that list. There’s money on the table. Thank you, sweetie.”
“Speaking of the fridge!…” Benny tried to warn her, but she heard none of it and rushed into the basement to grab the turkey from the freezer.
So Benny shrugged and did what his mother said. Soon he was at the market and he bought everything on the list. He came home a few hours later and found his mother angrily standing in the kitchen with her arms akimbo. “Benny!” she yelled. “Why didn’t you tell me the fridge was broken! Now Thanksgiving dinner is spoiled!”
This is inspired by a true story but the characters are fictional. Please read my disclaimer to learn more.