Slice of Life #6

At 8am this morning, Chris’s phone rang.  We had just woken up because Dublin was barking, but we certainly weren’t expecting a phone call at that hour.  I heard Chris pick up his phone and when I didn’t hear him talking, I assumed it was just his alarm going off for some unknown reason.

Thens, I heard Chris come into the room where I was still fighting the urge to go back to sleep.  Standing in the doorway, sort of laughing, he said, “Well, that was my dad.  The appliance repair people won’t be coming today.  They showed up at my parent’s house at 7:45am.”

“What?!  How on earth?” I laughed.

Chris called his dad  and I heard a lot of murmuring from downstairs.

Chris’s dad came over two weeks ago to wait for our refrigerator to be delivered.  We were both at work so he volunteered to hang around.  Our refrigerator had broken over President’s Day Weekend, the deliveries were backed up a week, and I couldn’t imagine going any longer than we possibly had to without a refrigerator.  But the one thing the saleswoman at Home Depot had drilled into my head was that whoever received the delivery had to inspect the item before signing for it, because after that they were no longer responsible.  So when Chris’s dad inspected the refrigerator, he found a small nick in the door.  The delivery company promised to deliver and install a new door and today was supposed to be the day.

Somehow, they got mixed up.  Somehow, they ended up almost 2 hours south of where they needed to be.  When they rang the doorbell at the ungodly hour of 7:45am, Chris’s dad had to break the bad news.

“The refrigerator isn’t at this address.  It’s almost 2 hours north of here”.

Needless to say, they have to reschedule.