Wednesday, February 3, 2010

That'll be Seventy Five dollars, please....


So on Monday morning, I open the fridge to get out my cottage cheese and notice that it is rather balmy in there.
I examine the icetray in the freezer and see that global warming has finally hit my icebox.
My refrigerator is silent.
It has died.

I am panic stricken because I now have a fridge full of perfectly good food that I have to do something with. I realize that I have very little time left to make breakfast, get dressed, pack my lunch, check blogs and head off to school. 

Fortunately we have an unheated summer porch right off of the kitchen, so I empty out every dang piece of food and jars of condiments (many) and heave them it out onto the porch.
(What's the shelf life of fish sauce ? ) (Several years, I hope.) (What IS fish sauce?)

I inform Mr. Downeastdoingstuff, who is still recuperating in bed at the moment, that: 

"The refrigerator is dead."

"What????" (I think he only heard the word 'dead'.)

"The fridge has died. I put all the food out onto the porch. Call the repairman. I have to go."

"OK" +  "(unheard comment under his breath)"

Text message later in the day informs me that soonest the repairman can come would be on Wednesday....... two days later!! 

So the temperature on the porch is cold enough for most food, too cold for veggies and not cold enough for ice cream and ice cream sandwiches. But it'll have to do.

Wednesday, the repair man arrives.

He opens up the bottom freezer, turns a knob (that I have never laid eyes on, even while cleaning it), and the dagnabbit thing starts up.

$75 please.

Apparently cramming an ice cream container into an already jam-packed freezer may or may not turn  off the entire refrigerator . Beware.




11 comments:

BumbleVee said...

brother....don'tcha just hate that? You'd think they'd have the common decency to charge $25 and call it a day. but...no... they have to get their full hourly or "call out"... which is usually about $75 these days.... what a ridiculous amount for turning a knob...

JoAnn ( Scene Through My Eyes) said...

Thanks for the warning - and here it is 150.00 just to start the service calle - they'd probably add onto that for turning the knob.

Unknown said...

I'm with you. This is on the idea of my $1000 faucets!
see:

http://wrestlingretirement.blogspot.com/2009/11/really-expensive-drip.html

cam said...

Elenka...

there she goes again...turning the mundane into a perfect adventure every time!!!

love ya,
Florida Checks In

Birdman said...

...So the nurse is taking my blood pressure and I wave the 'fridge guy' in. He goes directly to the freezer, bends down, fiddles with something and voila a humming sound is heard. What's that I say? "I just turned the on/off switch. Did she try turning it on?" He said. Ya!!! But from the fridge section not the freezer... that was when he said $75 please! Well, better than a new fridge, better than a repair job... $75 plus repair cost. And I'm the one in recovery???????????

brattcat said...

Arghhhhhh! I hope everyone had ice cream and ice cream sandwiches for breakfast. That would have been the sweet spot in this refrigerator adventure.

Evansmom said...

My dad was an electrician and he always checked to make sure things were plugged in as his first step. However, he wouldn't charge $75!!.

Anonymous said...

I hate those moments...and ya know, they keep on comin when it's so inconvenient.... GRRR

Betsy Banks Adams said...

Oh how typical... They are going to make their money no matter what they do--or don't do.... Wonder how that knob got turned off???? Ya think Mr. Repairman came during the night to turn it off one night --just so he could make his $75??????? ha

Sorry--but glad it is fixed!

We had a little snow here during the night. It was just a dusting --but is pretty.
Hugs,
Betsy

Debbie said...

What a great story and I just love that picture of the repairman smiling from behind! I also got to read your husbands version too....how cool is that?

Deb Shucka said...

Thank goodness for winter weather! Funny story - one I can unfortunately relate to all too well.