My Ma recently texted me because her fridge wasn’t doing cold very well. Which is kinda the main point of fridges. I advised her “Have you tried turning it off and on again?”
She stated “No. It’s not a computer. Fridges are all automatic now.”
I responded “Hmm. Are they though? Because yours is only two years old and it isn’t working. Try turning it off and on again.”
My Ma’s response “I don’t want to break it, I might call someone to fix it.”
“Don’t do that, I’ll be up in two days time. I’ll have a look at it.”
Unless it’s on fire, I have zero idea how to tell the difference between a fridge that’s working and one that isn’t. Nonetheless…
I’m at my Ma’s house and, looking at my Ma’s fridge, I can’t tell what the problem is because counsellors don’t often have to fix fridges and fridges don’t often have emotional challenges they need to address.
“I’m going to turn it off. Let it defrost. Turn it on in a few hours time and we’ll see how we go.”
My Ma is skeptical. “Alright, but it should auto-defrost. I’ll try to find the receipt.”
I sigh. I leave.
I receive a text from my Ma. “It’s still not cold Travis. The food is going bad. I’m going to have to get it repaired or buy a new one.”
“Remember when I told you to turn it off and on again?” I reply.
“Yes Travis I remember. I’m not an idiot. You came up, turned it off and it didn’t work.”
“Well Ma, you’re right. I did turn it off. However, an equally important part of that procedure is turning it back on again. Did you turn it back on again?”
I received no response.
By the following evening, a full twenty four hours later, I still hadn’t received a response. So I texted her again, asking if she’d followed the final step of my two step plan. Which lead to this response:
“Yes son, I did. And I’m enjoying an ice cold coke right now. It’s fixed. Thank you. Also, up yours.”
Oh Mama Nevers, you so salty.