As it turns out, our refrigerator is living in a different legal zone — instead of abiding by the law of thermodynamics, it follows Murphy’s law.
And next to an air conditioner going on the fritz on a near record hot day, what’s the worst thing that can happen?
The freezer quits.
Better yet, said freezer’s owners are two states away for the abdication.
Can you imagine the olfactory horror of returning to a freezer full of veggie crumbles, broccoli spears and assorted leftovers that have been percolating inside a non-operational freezer during a week of tropical temperatures?
Fortunately, I only have to imagine it. An angel looking out for us noticed the gathering puddle in our kitchen and alerted us to the unfolding abomination. The mushy food and liquid ice cream have been discarded and my plastic storage containers separated from the inedible leftovers. Thank you, Angel.
Now all we have to do is find a new refrigerator. We’ll be checking its legal references. No Murphy’s followers allowed.