The Rattling Fan


We got back from Ireland this week, and my mom was tweaking about her refrigerator, which rattles when the door is shut. You have to keep the door ajar to stop the rattling, but that lets out the cool air, so you have to watch out that nothing goes bad.

She has a second refrigerator by the bathroom, which is stocked with a variety of curry condiments, eggs, and weird bottles of wine or liqueur that never get drunk, but need to be refrigerated for some reason. So I have moved sensitive foods like yogurt and cream to this fridge since foods here aren’t pasteurized, and they turn on you quickly. We have cheese and some produce out in the laundry room, which is a hair cooler than the refrigerator.

We have tried shutting the door on the refrigerator but none of us can stand it. The constant rattle has us all on edge. This was bad with company yesterday (three toddlers, six adults, a dog and a cat) as everyone tends to mill in the kitchen, and someone is always forgetting, and closing the door. That starts the rattling.

A guy came out to look at it, said “that’s not normal,” and had to call-in a service tech from the manufacturer, Bosch, who won’t be here until Mittwoch.

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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