Had to buy new cleats today. The old ones—hand-me-downs from a friend, who scored them for 10 bucks at K-mart—completely busted through the other day. The entire sole popped out, and of course I didn’t notice it until after I’d gotten home from the game and my foot was killing me.
So I went to the store and tried on a pair and the guy told me that they’re made of kangaroo leather. WTF? I think I’d rather buy shoes made from the hides of precious teddy bears stripped from the hands of orphans. Settled on a different pair—he said they came from a calf, and when I cringed he changed it to full-grown cow, so who knows—because he very generously gave me the 50% employee discount. A brilliant maneuver on his part, as I was about to turn down the kinda-too-small veal cleats when he offered it. Thankfully, the store lets you return shoes even after you’ve worn them, so we’ll see how these work out tonight after my ultimate frisbee game.
Anyway, in other news you probably couldn’t care less about, my refrigerator crapped out yesterday. Called the landlady, who is always suspicious of ‘breakages’:
Me: “Hi, my refrigerator is broken.”
Her: “What’s wrong with it?”
Me: “It’s not working.”
Her: “What do you mean by ‘not working?’ It’s only a couple of years old.”
Me: “Like, the things that are in the freezer are liquid, and the fridge isn’t cold in the slightest. It’s definitely plugged in, because the light goes on, but it’s pretty much room temperature on the inside.”
Telling her that it actually was plugged in did the trick, and a repair guy showed up in an hour. He determined that the compressor needed to be replaced, which would take at least three days. I don’t know about you guys, but three days is a long time to go without refrigeration—especially when you’re planning to have people over for dinner and you don’t want your food to go bad before they arrive. He told me that it was cold enough at night that I could just move everything outside in the evening and bring it back in for the day, but this didn’t strike me as being a particularly reasonable solution. So Asa decided to swap our fridge for the one in the empty apartment because that one looked nicer anyway—and because that’s so much more reasonable.
Well, it is nicer on the inside but it loses some serious points in the noise department. It sounds like we now live with a giant generator and several cats that meow constantly. I’m not kidding, the fridge actually meows—it’s very subtle but heinously irritating. So last night, Asa and I planned to swap the fridge back once the old one gets repaired. Very reasonable, I know.
Anyway, this post is particularly useless. Really, the only reason I’m writing is because I’m putting off the work that I’m supposed to be doing, which is a good sign that it’s time to go. Have a good Wednesday!
7 responses so far ↓
1 fern_forest // Jun 7, 2006 at 4:56 pm
LOL on the shoe experience. at least he upped it to a full grown cow so you can at least say you’re not wearing veal cleats. I still think you are ultra rad for playing ultimate frisbee. Did you just love it right away?
I had a refrigerator that didn’t work for some time and let me say that it sucks a big one, sister. El sucko. Mucho suckana. Definately swap back for the quieter fridge! And watch out for sketchy dairy products, dear.
2 TimsHead // Jun 7, 2006 at 5:35 pm
Procrastination continues to the Internet to flourish, but it hangs its hat at a different address.
I would be amazed only that $10 shoes from Big K lasted any duration at all. Good score on the new kicks that offed some of animal. Remember, if it wasn’t a cute animal, it’s really not as bad as it could be.
ryc: Ultimate frisbee … knocking down those snooty gender barriers. Beautiful. I still have to play it. And in the co-ed volleyball league, there are many women (though I wasn’t 100% sure about one’s gender) better than some guys. Or than me anyway.
3 Summerrains // Jun 7, 2006 at 6:10 pm
A meowing fridge…how interesting. At least it doesn’t shed…or does it?
4 Solomon // Jun 7, 2006 at 8:50 pm
In regards to your comment on Richard’s Xanga:
The hat was like a giant hemorroid pillow (I have know idea how to spell that). Still, at the end of the 15 hour days, I had enourmous tension headaches.
5 rubyblue123 // Jun 8, 2006 at 10:37 am
Veal cleats :-D! So now you’re using the cat-powered fridge. I suppose that could be considered green power.
6 Jesse // Jun 8, 2006 at 5:10 pm
Actually from what I hear kangaroo leather is not really all that bad, after all, kangaroos are like deer in austraila, no shortage of them whatsoever, and its probably a whole lot more humane than raising a cow for slaughter like we do here. but then again who really knows how they catch those kangaroos, it could be perfectly diabolical.
on another note: beware of prank callers, now asking if your refrigerator is running, they may have some advice for you.
7 Jay_Galk26 // Jun 13, 2006 at 3:15 pm
There was this one time in college, first day of classes for the new semester and I had these new fucking shoes that for some reason would just turn sideways when I walked in, causing me to sorta tip and fall sideways. I would eventually get to the train station and ditch the shoes, having to walk in my socks in the snow and rock salt. Needless to say, that was probably the single worst day of class, though I’m sure if my friends would have been there, it would have been pure comedy.
Jay {Brad Pitt…in a robe} “Rawr”