Wednesday

Since getting my new fridge, I've found that everything feels chilled rather then cold. I bought a refrigerator thermometer that promptly fell apart on me. I carefully reassembled and tucked it in the fridge. In the morning the fridge, cranked to max only registered about 42 degrees on my barely-held-together fridge thermometer. I was right! Before I demand a new fridge, I decide to get another fridge thermometer, one that is still intact, asap and retest.

On Wednesday after work, all I want to do is hit the gym. But no! I need a refrigerator thermometer.

I rush off toward Bed Bath and Beyond in the hopes of getting to the gym at a resonable time.

Starving, I decide to stop along the way at a wholefoods for some vegis. As I frolick in the salad bar among the many isles of colorful foods filling up my little paper box with choice goodies, someone brushed past behind me turning to get a very close look into the food box I'm holding. There's something strangely familiar about my food oggler. I glance in his direction. Is that....? Is that Harrison Ford? No. Another glance as he scurries away like a frightened bunny around the very long and crowded lines leading to the cashiers. Small frame, messy
blondish hair under a white cap, a 60 year old with an earing. Harrison Ford. I stole one more subtle glance simply because I could.


I dodnt know how I should feel about the moment. Having my dinner inspected turns out to be a surprisingly intimate experience. I feel a bit violated and volnerable but at the same time excited. He was so close. So close that I could have touched him. So close I could have torn a piece of clothing off of his body and sold it on ebay. At the same time, I cant help but feel there is something bigger happening here. First Harrison wanted to park in Ginger's spot in Brentwood, now he shows up in midtown manhattan to monitor my diet. Is there a bigger cosmic event slowly building with Harrison Ford as its executor? Eh, whatever. I need a fridge thermometer.

I exit the Wholefoods, shoving sprouts in my mouth as I push forward toward Bed Bath and Beyond.

One blocks later, I'm passing a Best Buy inside of which is a large crowd gathered around.....a lousy band playing covers? Inside the Best Buy?! As I get closer, I see that the lead singer is noticably at least 7 months pregnant. A Preggo rock entertainer?! Eh, whatever. I need a fridge thermometer.

Later, Bed Bath and Beyond trip accomplished, fridge thermometer in hand and heading toward the gym, I decide to pop into the Home Depot wanting to find out what will be the protocol for replacing my fridge if I confirm my fridge temperature suspisions. I hunt down and accost disinterested clerks, one of which tells me "this is a really low end fridge, it doesnt get very cold". I press, the fridge should be cold enough to preserve my food (40 degrees minimum). Otherwise, whats the point of having a fridge?! It turns into such a hassle, I decide to go ahead and request a new fridge on the spot and get it all over with. Thermometer test or no thermometer test! A clerk explains that a fridge must be purchased to leave the floor of the store. erefore, to get my malfunctioning fridge replaced, I need to buy a second fridge and recieve a refund when the first fridge is returned to the store floor 3 days later. Say what?! Can I have something in writing saying I'll get a refund. No. Say what?!!! Eh, whatever. I need a fridge.

So as my day is concluding, I've had my sprouts oggled by an A-list celebrity and am now the proud owner of 2 refirigerators one of which hopefully works. Not bad for a wednesday night.....but the night is still young.

On my way home from the gym at 11pm, streets still crowded with restaurant goers and shoppers, I pass a young man in a wheel chair walking a 3-legged dog. That puts it over the top. I'm callin it a night.