|Top left: bags of frozen cookies, directly beneath|
that is where there are little pegs where the
door that Tank broke is supposed to be.
And at the bottom is our eternally empty ice bin.
So when the appliance guy (that I hesitated to call for 2 months while I waited for our contractor to get the plumber out here to verify that it wasn't his mistake - are you following this? Think of how exausting this process is AND then imagine drinking tepid water while this was all happening) arrived, he messed with the freezer.
I showed him the small interior door that is supposed to hang down over the ice bin or something. Tank broke it off when the freezer was less than a week old. I explained that my 6 foot freshman wears a size 15 men's shoe and NEVER stops eating despite our famine like conditions. I guessed that the plastic door was interfering with his ability to pillage thru my stash of homemade frozen cookies. When he stopped chuckling, he ordered a replacement mini-door thing. Then he told me that the ice would fill up overnight. We were to toss out the first batch. After that we could ingest the ice. Yippee.
I texted Ed who is forever complaining about the lack of ice. I have bought bags of ice several times, but that isn't really the point. Chiseling away at ice is a bit of an annoyance when we have a top-of-the-line brand new freezer.
Without glasses of ice water accessible to him, Ed has taken to consuming many disposable water bottles a day. He doesn't have the genetic makeup that allows him to toss the empties away. I counted over 25 discarded water bottles littering his room one day. That is not an exaggeration. I think I was too upset to snap a picture as I collected his recyclable litter.
The morning after the freezer repair guy was here, I prepared to shovel the ice into the sink to make room for the fresh ice. There were only a few cubes. The digital readout was in messed-up mode again. I called the guy back. He casually mentioned that fact that he had ordered a new controller for my freezer -as if this was common knowledge. Why, oh why, did he not mention our malfunctioning controller the day before?
That was cold, don’t you think? (Pun intended).