..... I cleaned up the Refrigerator of Death this weekend!
The seller had left a refrigerator in the garage, and when I opened it up, it smelled like something had crawled up in it and died. Seriously, within a minute of opening it, the entire garage stank like an abandoned abattoir.
I thought I was going to have to have it hauled out of there, but I went after it with some almost-straight bleach and elbow grease over the weekend, and after leaving it propped open for a couple of days, it smells fresh as a daisy. And it even works! I plugged it in, and it works just fine.
I really don't have any need for an extra refrigerator, but goodness knows I've got the room for it, and who knows? Maybe it'll come in handy some time, like if I decide to throw a big dinner party (HA!) or something.
The Refrigerator of Death gets a reprieve.
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Good for you for persevering and for using abattoir (I had to look that up). Does it have a freezer? That could come in handy for storing vegetables through winter.
Oh, I just love the word "abattoir". The only reason I knew it is because at work we had to do some design modifications for one. There were strict rules as to how many goats they could slaughter an hour, etc. Gruesome but really interesting.
And unfortunately, it's just a fridge, no freezer. But at least I've got a backup in case the fridge in the kitchen, which looks to be vintage 1970s, craps out.
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