The Fridge
With the returned deposit from our last rental (EVER!), Robin and I set out to buy a new fridge. The fridge that came with our house had one saving grace - it worked. Other than that, it was very old, very loud, and was basically on all the time. No seriously, it was always clunking and whirring; talk about a power suck.
It turned out that Costco had a Samsung fridge on sale. Scratch that - they were practically giving it away. I was at first apprehensive, because I didn't know Samsung had made a foray into refrigeration. I thought they were still stuck on HDTVs and mobile phones. Turns out, like their LG competitors, they make everything. If it has a circuit board, Samsung built a device around it. Even better is the fact that the fridge came with rave customer reviews; Robin researched the heck out of it. With a little help from our friends, we got it home and into the garage safely and soundly. That was on Sunday.
For those of you that don't know, Robin is a gentleman of quick wit, jolly spirit, and determination. He wanted to put the new fridge in right away, but after a bit of wise counsel (read: protest) on my part, we decided to wait for more help rather than move the two fridges around. Each day after Sunday, I could see the tension welling inside him. Robin was losing control over the fact that we had a gorgeous, way-better fridge just sitting in our garage not being used. It was positively burning him each time he opened the old fridge that rather than smell the musty odor of 70s plastic, he could be bathing in the cool glow of Samsung's brightest new star. Yesterday was when the pot boiled over.
If you think I'm about to air some dirty laundry here, I assure you I am not. Believe me, I was just as irritated as Robin was, but being a man of determination (remember?), Robin had set his mind on the new fridge and was not going to let a little thing like "not enough people to move the fridge" get in his way. So last night, we called one of our bestest friends Evan to help with the fridge ordeal. Evan would be awhile because he had to nourish his body (interpret as you will), so Robin and I were left sitting with the impending new fridge just meters away.
As I made dinner, Robin busily packed the contents of the freezer and fridge into our new cooler (thanks, REI dividends!). Now empty, Robin and I wrangled the old fridge a few feet forward and learned that though we could not pick it up, we could shuffle it around without scratching the floor. Robin pushed it against the sink counter and with a gaping hole where a fridge should be, his taste for blood was pure and insatiable. "Okay, let's go," he said to me and I knew at this point, protest would be pointless. Robin was going to lift the new fridge by himself if nobody else would. Ah, who am I kidding? I wanted it as much as him.
We took off the downstairs door to accommodate the new fridge in its packaging. Tilting it forward, we soon realized that we could actually lift it ourselves for a brief moment. This is in stark contrast to the old fridge which I'm relatively certain is made of solid titanium, cast iron, and tungsten. With the new fridge in position at the base of the staircase, I took the bottom as Robin worked the top (OF THE FRIDGE, YOU SICKOS). It was, in a word, arduous. I already went to the gym that day and blasted my upper body, so this was added punishment I was not ready for. At one point, I honestly thought the fridge was going to crush me and in fact envisioned the scenario. I had to shake the thought of what it would feel like to be crushed by a refrigerator in favor of more pleasant imagery, you know, like living. We worked it up the stairs one at a time... thunk... thunk... thunk... THUNK! After a few minutes of straining and pulling, it proudly sat at the top of our stairs, waiting to be unsheathed and released upon our foodstuffs!
As comedic timing would have it, just as we plunked the Samsung onto the top step, Evan walked through the front door and said, "Hey guys, need any help?" We laughed for a brief moment before maneuvering the new fridge into place, glaring at the old one as we passed by. I went to the liquor store for a bottle of Maker's Mark during a much needed break. Dudes - liquor (especially bourbon) is the best reward.
Upon returning from the Land of Liquid Happiness ("technically," the 29th Street Liquor Store), I came in to find that Evan and Robin had pushed the old fridge into place at the top of the stairs. We were so close! I could see it in Robin's expression. Blood had rushed to his face as he knew glory was about to be ours! No time for chit-chat! Let's do this thang! This will probably come as a huge surprise, but taking a fridge downstairs is a lot easier than carrying it upstairs. Though ridiculously heavy, we got the old fridge downstairs and into the garage in no time.
We put the downstairs door back on and walked upstairs to our beautiful new Prince of Refrigeration, the Samsung RB215LASH, resplendently poised with its platinum finish. Ahhhhhh.... glorious!
All we have to do now is take out the cabinets above so it can actually fit!
It turned out that Costco had a Samsung fridge on sale. Scratch that - they were practically giving it away. I was at first apprehensive, because I didn't know Samsung had made a foray into refrigeration. I thought they were still stuck on HDTVs and mobile phones. Turns out, like their LG competitors, they make everything. If it has a circuit board, Samsung built a device around it. Even better is the fact that the fridge came with rave customer reviews; Robin researched the heck out of it. With a little help from our friends, we got it home and into the garage safely and soundly. That was on Sunday.
For those of you that don't know, Robin is a gentleman of quick wit, jolly spirit, and determination. He wanted to put the new fridge in right away, but after a bit of wise counsel (read: protest) on my part, we decided to wait for more help rather than move the two fridges around. Each day after Sunday, I could see the tension welling inside him. Robin was losing control over the fact that we had a gorgeous, way-better fridge just sitting in our garage not being used. It was positively burning him each time he opened the old fridge that rather than smell the musty odor of 70s plastic, he could be bathing in the cool glow of Samsung's brightest new star. Yesterday was when the pot boiled over.
If you think I'm about to air some dirty laundry here, I assure you I am not. Believe me, I was just as irritated as Robin was, but being a man of determination (remember?), Robin had set his mind on the new fridge and was not going to let a little thing like "not enough people to move the fridge" get in his way. So last night, we called one of our bestest friends Evan to help with the fridge ordeal. Evan would be awhile because he had to nourish his body (interpret as you will), so Robin and I were left sitting with the impending new fridge just meters away.
As I made dinner, Robin busily packed the contents of the freezer and fridge into our new cooler (thanks, REI dividends!). Now empty, Robin and I wrangled the old fridge a few feet forward and learned that though we could not pick it up, we could shuffle it around without scratching the floor. Robin pushed it against the sink counter and with a gaping hole where a fridge should be, his taste for blood was pure and insatiable. "Okay, let's go," he said to me and I knew at this point, protest would be pointless. Robin was going to lift the new fridge by himself if nobody else would. Ah, who am I kidding? I wanted it as much as him.
We took off the downstairs door to accommodate the new fridge in its packaging. Tilting it forward, we soon realized that we could actually lift it ourselves for a brief moment. This is in stark contrast to the old fridge which I'm relatively certain is made of solid titanium, cast iron, and tungsten. With the new fridge in position at the base of the staircase, I took the bottom as Robin worked the top (OF THE FRIDGE, YOU SICKOS). It was, in a word, arduous. I already went to the gym that day and blasted my upper body, so this was added punishment I was not ready for. At one point, I honestly thought the fridge was going to crush me and in fact envisioned the scenario. I had to shake the thought of what it would feel like to be crushed by a refrigerator in favor of more pleasant imagery, you know, like living. We worked it up the stairs one at a time... thunk... thunk... thunk... THUNK! After a few minutes of straining and pulling, it proudly sat at the top of our stairs, waiting to be unsheathed and released upon our foodstuffs!
As comedic timing would have it, just as we plunked the Samsung onto the top step, Evan walked through the front door and said, "Hey guys, need any help?" We laughed for a brief moment before maneuvering the new fridge into place, glaring at the old one as we passed by. I went to the liquor store for a bottle of Maker's Mark during a much needed break. Dudes - liquor (especially bourbon) is the best reward.
Upon returning from the Land of Liquid Happiness ("technically," the 29th Street Liquor Store), I came in to find that Evan and Robin had pushed the old fridge into place at the top of the stairs. We were so close! I could see it in Robin's expression. Blood had rushed to his face as he knew glory was about to be ours! No time for chit-chat! Let's do this thang! This will probably come as a huge surprise, but taking a fridge downstairs is a lot easier than carrying it upstairs. Though ridiculously heavy, we got the old fridge downstairs and into the garage in no time.
We put the downstairs door back on and walked upstairs to our beautiful new Prince of Refrigeration, the Samsung RB215LASH, resplendently poised with its platinum finish. Ahhhhhh.... glorious!
All we have to do now is take out the cabinets above so it can actually fit!
posted by Infused Confusion at
10:10 AM
2 Comments:
I would have helped you move your fridge.
Granted, I'm a total girl who practically needs help moving the big boxes of cat litter that I buy. But I would have helped.
If you ever need help moving something I can lift, give me a call. ;)
By
Copy Editor, At
5:21 PM
Oh no--not the cabinets! Where will you put your lifetime supply of big red party cups?
By
April, At
10:59 PM
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