I have to introduce you to my latest big success. I found this one day on my walk home from my bus drop-off point. For several weeks, I’d tracked a ‘for sale’ sign in front of a house. Then, the sign disappeared and people showed up. Days later, the garage filled with new appliances and cabinets. On my walk home, I spotted my prize sitting on the curb for haul-away.
One quick question to the soon-to-be-non-owner was, “Does it work?” The guy said yes, and also bent to my effervescent personality when I asked if I could have it for the cost of hauling it away. Total win.
Thank the old gods and the new that this happened on a Friday. Because, like all y’all, I love nothing better than to spend my Friday night cleaning out one of these beasts, sometimes with bleach and Q-tips (mold issues)(gag). In the end, the effort was worth it, even my half-thrown lower back from trying to lift this beast, or at least slide-dragpush it in and out of the Blazer / War Wagon (yes, I’m still driving that P.O.S.).
You should know this acquisition filled a gap in appliances that we here at Chez Rants identified months ago. We deliberated over how much to spend on a new model, or whether to go with a smaller one. We even considered being murdered and then raped by trying Craigslist.
My keen eye and persuasive nature prevailed. Also, I have no shame, so even dumpster-diving for quality bits of wood is not beyond me. I displayed my trophy to my wife with pride. It was clean, smelled like bleach and ready for work.
The next day and a trip to the source of all parking frustration known as WalMart for an extra extension cord later, I plugged it in and fired it up. It functioned perfectly, when wired into the ceiling plug not hooked to the damn light switch.
Now my quest turned to a good sale, and one on my favorite drug of choice. Being a shitty beer bloodhound, I found one, and more work ensued. Through a sweaty, humid afternoon in the South, I ripped, hefted and worked. I also donated blood to the Neighborhood Mosquito Blood Bank. Yay.
Here’s the result:
I have no idea why my wife was less than thrilled with the end result. I mean, who doesn’t need an extra refrigerator in the garage? Seriously.
PS – the thermometer (free with non-purchase) reads 33°. Hell yes.