The house had no refrigerator, so off we went to Sears. Dean picked out a very nice one with the idea that we will use it as an extra or put it in Eric's kitchen or something along those lines. That was the plan.
I guess as Americans are getting fatter, our refrigerators have to get fatter to accommodate all the food we eat. I thought we were fatter from eating out, but what do I know.
The front door was wider than the back so off we went to the front door. A winding path and up a step and finally we got it in - to the dining room. No way was that baby going in the kitchen. We were too tired to deal with it that night, so we plugged it in and waited until the next day when Dean would have the tools to take off the doors. Good plan.
Only problem was the ice and water in the door makes it really hard to get the freezer door off. No problem, right? We'll just wiggle it through. Wrong.
Out comes the measuring tape. The back door is an inch wider than the door from the dining room. Back on the rickety dolly, out the front door, down the step, along the winding path, into the garage, up the step and into the door- half way.
Finally, we opened the door and shimmied and twisted until it was all the way in.
Did I mention the fridge was marked used but was still on the crate? I asked Dean why he thought they returned it. He said "They probably couldn't get it through their door."
We are strongly considering selling the refrigerator to the landlord.
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