Honey, I broke the fridge.
It snows in April, apparently.
Honest to goodness snow, what a horrible thing to wake up to early in the morning before work.
This was two weeks ago. The snow outside wears on the brain as I look through the fridge to make my lunch. I have to leave soon, I tell myself, or the snow will eat me on the way to work.
Suddenly, the refridgerator goes dark. Years of male genetic patterning rush to the forefront. Ancestors who made tools, built houses, farmed land holler in my ear as I think, Buh?
So I try to fix it.
I shut the door closed, and open it again. Dang. Still not working.
That’s when I notice that the machine is no longer humming.
And I think to myself, Oh crap I broke it!
And then my wife’s voice asks, What’s going on?
And I think to myself, Oh crap, she knows I broke it!
And that’s when I turn around to look at her, to apologize, to say that I’ll fix it, I’ll buy a new one, I’ll steal the neighbor’s, I’ll hide food in the snow outside when I realize that I can’t see her.
ALL the lights in the house are dark. The power is out. I didn’t break a single thing.
This time.
felixnation :: Apr.17.2007 :: Conversations, The Coal Mine, wife :: No Comments »