Riding The Fridge

Being the handyman that I am, or claim to be as my wife and son say, moving the old refrigerator from the kitchen to the basement would be an easy task. Simply unplug, strap to the dolly, remove the basement door, and slowly step by step lower it to the basement. I was talking maybe 10 minutes tops, door removal and replacement included to complete this task. My wife Patty merely blinked giving me “The look,” as I started my preparation.

The unplugging went easy. A mere 10 seconds. I was way ahead of schedule. With hammer and chisel, I removed the door hinges in just under 2 minutes. Again, way under schedule. I moved the fridge from the wall, tipped it back and placed the dolly under it and strapped it in. I moved toward the basement door and the steps.

I positioned the fridge right at the top of the steps and tipped the fridge down and slid it down the first step. At that point, something happened. The dolly didn’t catch the first step and the fridge tilted all the way back and proceeded to go down the steps with me still holding on.

Not wanting to get crushed under the weight of the refrigerator, I jumped on top of it and hung on for dear life. BANG, BANG, BANG it went down the steps with me riding the fridge like a bucking bronco cowboy. Seconds later, and this really put me ahead of schedule, the fridge hit the bottom step and tilted forwarded propelling me over the fridge and onto the floor. Any landing you can walk away from is a good landing.

The eagle had landed and I wheeled the fridge over to the far corner of the basement and plugged it in and looking at my watch, I still had 5 minutes to put the basement door back on. But hey, that is another story.

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