Our refrigerator has been dying a slow death. For the past six months it's leaked water, and I've had to line the bottom with towels. I willed it to live just long enough for us to receive our tax return. Just last night I came home to find it ticking, literally, like a bomb. So off we all went to the scratch and dent RC Willey surplus store to look for a new, scratched and dented refrigerator.
Taking three kids to an appliance store is not on my top 10 list of fun things to do. Luckily they had little strollers which amounted to mini go-charts with long handles. Kaleb pushed Zack and I pushed Leah. Now if you're going to take three little kids to an appliance store probably your safest choice is a scratch and dent warehouse. I mean, really, how much more damage can my children do?
We were looking at the second isle of refrigerators when the kids began to get restless. One of the salesmen seemed to be getting nervous as Kaleb became more adept at maneuvering Zack's stroller. Kaleb began pushing Zack faster. Zack squealed in delight and Kaleb pushed him even faster.
The isles were narrow so it didn’t take long for Kaleb to create a few scratches and dents of his own. So I found a small appliance-less corner of the store and told him he could pace back and forth with Zack. Leah wanted in on the action. Soon my kids were having their own little party in the scratch and dent RC Willey, to the chagrin of the aforementioned salesman.
We found our fridge and I took the kids out to the van while Daddy finished the transaction. Wouldn’t you know it was raining? Pouring, in fact. So while I buckled Zack into his carseat Kaleb and Leah soaked themselves in the parking lot.
We hadn't driven four blocks before Leah was falling asleep.
“Was that fun?” Kaleb asked from the backseat.
“Yep,” I said. “That was a blast.”