Goodbye Stewart, Hello New Refrigerator
Stewart. That is the name of my old and broken refrigerator that came with the house. Stewart had an unattractive pastiness about him- with his cream colored exterior. He was a bit of a mess, crumbs strewn about his doorway seals (that weren't quite trustworthy), and fingerprints on everything in sight. He was also unreliable, pretending to be a fridge but in reality, functioning as a freezer. I would put celery into the crisper, and Stewart would give me back green stringy popsicles next day. Stewart wasn't housebroken either. He peed on the floor constantly. Can I tell you how hard it is to eat a diet of numerous vegetables with a mutinous refrigerator? It is nigh unto impossible. Stewart was the worst, and as much as I wanted him to work out for economic reasons, he had to go. The thing about replacing our refrigerator is that we also replaced the freezer that sat on top of him. The freezers name was Glenda. Glenda was not as problematic as the naughty box she sat on top