*This is a work of nonfiction based on actual events I experienced firsthand; used with permission.
Let me begin by saying this. Yes, refrigerator doors can fall off. I know this because I saw it with my own eyes. So if you're ever in a position where your refrigerator door seems stuck and you figure you can just wrench it open through brute force, tread lightly, especially if you like to store heavy items on the shelves inside the doors, as I do.
You see: you don't need to tug on the door to make it fall off. Sometimes, all it takes is a bit of poorly distributed weight on one of those in-door shelves. Then gravity will take care of the rest. I learned this the hard way, through experience.
My mother was always cautious not to overload her refrigerator doors. She was afraid they would fall off. As it turned out, she had a point.
Of course, I thought that was preposterous. "If they didn't want you to put stuff on the doors, then they wouldn't have little built-in shelves," I argued. "They always have gallons of milk and jugs of orange juice on the doors in the commercials."
"Too heavy," my mother replied. "I just don't trust those hinges." It was almost like she knew.
I trusted those hinges implicitly. That's why I loaded the shelves up with... whatever. Milk. Juice. Jars of pickles. "If it fits, it sits." That was my motto. It was a perfect fit.
One day, I added a dozen cans of cola to the doors because there wasn't room on the main shelves, and who doesn't like an ice-cold can of cola? You're welcome.
Suddenly, my mother and I heard a loud crash coming from the vicinity of the kitchen. What could it be? I thought to myself. It sounded like thunder, but I knew it wasn't thunder.
The refrigerator door was lying on the kitchen floor with milk and orange juice and cans of cola spilled and scattered everywhere. "I told you so," my mother said.
We called my uncle, who lived one block away, and he rushed over to help us with our minor problem. It took him several tries, but he got the door back where it belonged: on the refrigerator, not on the floor.
To this day, my mother keeps only light items on her refrigerator doors, such as paprika, and low-carb keto wraps, and I don't help her maximize her storage space by adding a dozen cans of soda to the mix.
My mother was thankful that the door hadn't fallen on someone, and she was glad that the food was still cold. Things could have been worse. Besides, it's just a refrigerator, and we still use it.
The door has been working fine ever since my uncle repaired it. My mother often tells this story when people ask her about her refrigerator.
Do you have any funny stories about your refrigerator or other appliances? Let me know in the comments below.