The fridge light came on.
A voice with a hint of garlic and despise asked, ‘What do you want?’
Following is the conversation I had with my fridge at 3 am in the morning.
Hey, I’m getting warm here. Do you mind?
It’s just that I don’t see anything good inside you.
Do you want this bottle of kombucha you bought when you felt optimistic about life?
No.
What about this canned wine when you hit rock bottom?
Maybe.
Did you wake up thinking about the choices you made?
None of your business.
You know I was humming to help you sleep.
Thanks, but I actually find it annoying.
How about this disgusting soup you made and didn’t have the heart to throw it out?
No, thank you.
It seems like you are more empty than hungry.
You don’t know what you are talking about.
I know that you will never be satisfied until you realize what you really want.
You are not even a smart fridge.
Those IoT fridges are jokes. I lived through Freon recalls.
What?
You should go out of the house more, not just because my Freon leak might be hazardous. You need social interaction.
I’m calling someone to fix you.
Good luck cleaning me before that.
That’s enough. I’m closing you.
Sure, see you in 5 minutes.