REFRIGERATOR Whirlpool 18cf Broken severely $100!!!!!

 

            Sarah slowly wakes up to the loud annoying sound of the alarm clock. Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Tiredly, she struggles to get out of bed and turn off the bleeping alarm. Sarah half-heartedly tries to turn off the alarm, but can’t find the knob so she hits the snooze button and falls back to sleep. She is lying in her warm fluffy bed dreaming when her own snoring wakes her up. She quickly jumps out of bed to see the time is 7:08. “Oh good grief I’m late for sure now. I hate when this happens!” Panicked because she usually wakes up at 6:00, Sarah screams and runs down the stairs and clumsily falls and rolls to the bottom of the stairs. Sarah quickly jumps up to see her fat over-weight dad yells with his beer scented breath to hurry her sorry little bum out the door. He adds that if she misses the bus, she will get one heck of a beating tonight when she gets home.

 

Trying not to miss the bus an angry and worried Sarah, sobbingly yells back at her dad, “I need my breakfast, because I am starving.” She tries to run to the fridge and grab a bottle of water and a Nutra Grain™ nutrition bar for drinking and snacking on the way to the bus and school. Yelling at her again to stop, her drunken dad thinks she wants to take his precious beer. He clumsily stomps over to the fridge, “don’t you even think about touching my beer or you will get it from me.”

           

Sarah yells back in a smart-alecky way, “do you think I’m that stupid to take your stupid little beer that smells like loser breath?”

 

Her dad turns around and drunkenly yells “what did you say to me? I am so sick of your good for nothing mouth.”  As he turns to grab Sarah and shake her good, he misses Sarah and catches the refrigerator handle with his watch.

 

Sarah hears the heavy slam of the refrigerator door handle landing on her father’s foot. As she is running out the door Sarah hears her dad yell in pain. For once, she realizes she’s not the one that has been hurt and she is astionished.

 

 

 

When she gets home she creeps in to the house in fear. It is so quiet that she hears her own soft steps on the hard wood floor. Watching her footsteps, she notices the bright ceiling light glistening on the hard wood floor. Her dad jumps out and yells, “gotcha now you little creep. The reason I broke the refrigerator door handle is because of you. If you wouldn’t have moved I would have grabbed you and we’d be fine.”

 

Sarah thought for a minute. “You’re right dad. Instead of a broken refrigerator you can break my heart or my arm or whatever else you have broken in our lives. How about we sell the fridge and buy one that works. Maybe we can read the instructions on how to run things.”