After our third trip to Cleveland, we came home to a very stinky house. I quickly blamed Pat for not taking out the trash - but the trash was not the cause. It was the refrigerator. Pat opened it and discovered that the inside of the fridge was hotter than our house - and it smelled - so bad - I can't even describe it. But perhaps this little story will help describe the stench.
I called our neighbor Christine to see if she knew where we could legally dump our trash - there was no way I was keeping a full garbage can of spoiled and rotten food near my house. She graciously offered to take it to her dumpster where she works. She is the director of the American Red Cross for our county. She took it and emailed her staff that she had a trash can there and it was hers and she would be back to get it the next day after the dumpster would be emptied. She received a message from one of her staffers - they had received Christine's message too late - police had already been called, in addition to homicide and haz-mat in fear that there was a dead body in the trash can! It was later discovered that the awful smell was not a dead body - just the contents of a broken refrigerator!
Now that we had a broken fridge Pat finally had to give in and purchase a new one - I hated that old thing and had been wanting a new one for quite awhile. It was delivered that week and we are now enjoying tons of space and crushed ice (it was broken on the old one)!
Continuation of the refrigerator story - Yes, this is Kelly's partner in crime, Christine. When the police first arrived they thought it might be a bomb because Pat wrapped it in several plastic bags. Let me add, that as the police were going through the trash (with rubber gloves on), they determined that it not only was NOT a dead body, but it was trash thrown on top of a dead dog! No, it was not a dead dog, just the contents of our neighbors refrigerator.
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