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The third alternative

A few times, recently, I’ve gone to the kitchen to find the refrigerator door ajar. I remark to the lad that he should be more careful and be sure to close the fridge door when he’s finished digging around inside because electricity is kind of pricey these days. The first couple of times he just said, “Okay.” The last couple of times I mentioned it, he said, “Why do you always assume it was me? I always close the door.” And my response is usually along the lines of: “There are only two of us in this house. I know that I close the door. That leaves you by default. Please make sure you close the door tightly.”

Well, then again....

I went to get a loaf of bread of out the fridge earlier this evening and there wasn’t one. Not only wasn’t there one, but there weren’t two loaves of bread in the fridge. I just bought two loaves of bread on Friday. There also wasn’t a summer sausage stick or a bag of swiss cheese cubes in there.

“How many sandwiches have you made in the last couple of days?” I asked the lad. “And where the heck are the cheese cubes and the beef stick? I didn’t even get a taste!”

“I haven’t had any sandwiches,” he said. “And I didn’t have any cheese or beef stick. I haven’t been home long enough to eat anything. You probably did and forgot. They say memory is the first to go, you know....”

Yeah, well.

I started thinking that perhaps there was a third alternative. I shoved Terry out the door and pulled the blankets on her bed apart. Underneath there were two bread wrappers, an empty bag of swiss cheese cubes, and a really ripped apart beef stick wrapper. Plus an empty bag of baby potatoes and a wilted broccoli stem. I hadn’t gotten around to missing the potatoes yet.

So, all the evidence suggests that Terry has figured out how to pry the refrigerator door open, though not close it behind her. It would also explain why she wasn’t hungry and wouldn’t finish her dog food a couple of times this week.

Guess that means we’re back to baby latches for the fridge again.

And it shoots the ‘there are only two of us living here” argument all to heck.

But it’s good to know my memory is in better shape than some suspect....

Posted on 12/21/05 at 08:26 PM
 




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