er....I mean
The Test of a Man
um.....nope, not quite clear enough...how about...
The Stupid Fridge that Will Not Budge?
I have a cute conversation between Tristyn and Maia to share but before I can I need to give some background on this refrigerator (problem) we have. When we first moved into this house about 2 years ago, there was an ordinary sort of fridge present--white, freezer on top, fridge on bottom, average size. We wanted one that was bigger, stainless steel and I wanted a side by side design (I like to keep my freezer really organized, not just all piled on one shelf, so what?). We found one at Lowes on clearance that had a very minor scratch on it (not a big deal--everyone knows a family that has kids has a fridge that is covered in artwork) so we checked the measurements, bought it and brought it home.
We had an amazingly difficult time getting it through the front door. Apparently in 1920, the builders didn't expect anyone to be bringing such a large item through the front door. A strange man driving past our house that happened to notice what we were doing actually stopped his car, got out and came and helped us shove it through the door. Turned out he lived in our neighborhood but still, he was a stranger to us.
Once in the kitchen it wouldn't fit in the space it was supposed to go. It went about halfway back between the wall and counter and got stuck. Rick checked the measurements over and over and they were coming up saying that the fridge should be fitting. Just another little thing to enjoy about an older house, hmm? Anyways, in a fit of annoyance the cupboard above the fridge was ripped out courtesy of Rick and the fridge moved back a few more inches.
We considered briefly returning the fridge but after the 56 minutes it took to get in through the front door we had no desire to take it back out. The next day, a friend of Rick's came over and um...sledged out part of the wall...and we hurriedly pushed the fridge back all but the last 4-5 inches. It was in far enough to satisfy us and no one could really see the um, the parts we had removed.
The fridge was pulled out one more time when the plumber came to install the water line for the water dispenser and ice maker. We enjoyed fresh filtered water and ice for about 1 year before the water dispensing part broke. I called the company and me and some Indian guy struggled through some tests on the fridge to determine what was broken and he gave me an elaborate set of instructions and told me they would install the part that he was sending me.
The part came about 2 weeks later. It was to be installed in the back of the fridge. But a major problem arose. Rick couldn't pull the fridge out. Nor could my Dad. Nor could they together. Nor could any man or combination of men pull the fridge back out of it's place between counter and wall. Every man who comes into my house tries to pull it out. Rick and I joke it's like the sword in the stone. Only the one worthy will be able to pull it out!
Tristyn and Maia found the spare part in the cupboard the other day and asked what it was. I explained and since then they've been talking about the fridge (and yes, I caught Tristyn trying to move the fridge). Here's their conversation in the car yesterday:
Maia--Tristyn! Tristyn! I know who could move the fridge!!!
Tristyn--Who??!! (keep in mind, he really wants to see the back of the fridge and where this part goes)
Maia--(triumphantly) THE GARBAGE MEN!!!!
Me--!!!!!! (huh????)
Tristyn---YES! They would be perfect, because they are all strong from lifting garbage cans all day.
Maia--EEEEEWWWWWW....But they would be all stinky!!!
That final comment seemed to end the discussion if the garbage men would be suitable. They both lapsed into silence, trying to think of someone else who could move the fridge.