Last time I typed and you read I was sitting in O’Hare waiting for my flight home.  I must say that I had an exceptional run of good travel luck over the last 10 days.  I had two business trips, one to San Diego and one to Chicago.  In all I had six flights and in all that only two delays, the longest being about one hour.  On the red eye home from California I had a young mother with a 7-month old baby in her lap sitting next to me and the baby slept the entire trip.  Last night I was crammed into my seat next to a rather large person overflowing from the seat next to mine when the stewardess asked me if I’d like to move three rows back to one of the two empty seats on the whole flight, the other empty seat being the one offered to me.  It’s been years since I’ve been this lucky.

So it should have come as no surprise when I walked in my door last night at 11:30 to find our refrigerator pulled away from the wall and lots of towels on the floor.  It seems that while Celeste and the kids were at the kids’ swim meet last night the water line to the ice maker/water dispenser in the refrigerator had a blow out.  Celeste came home to find water coming out of our basement ceiling and running down the wall just outside our storage closet.  Keep in mind that the drop down ceiling and wall were just added to our basement three months ago when we had it finished.  In other words it’s all brand new.

Shaking my head I made my way back to the bedroom to find Celeste sucking down a glass of red wine.  She took one look at me and said, "I think I need to get drunk."  This from a woman who’s had one too many drinks maybe two times in the 18 years I’ve known her.  She didn’t proceed to get drunk, but she definitely bent my ear about the piece-of-**** refrigerator we bought when we moved here four years ago.

Can’t say I’d argue with her on that point.  The auger that moves the ice from the ice maker to the ice dispenser broke exactly one day after the warranty expired.  Then the motor in the ice maker started making horrific noises so I decided to fix the whole shebang.  I got the motor fixed (see here), but never the auger. It really is a piece of crap.

Funny thing is that the seminar I just attended in Chicago featured two speakers one who works for Whirlpool.  Guess which company manufactured our piece-of-**** refrigerator?  When I get a chance I’m going to type a nice email to send him with some not-so-objective feedback on at least one of his company’s products.

Kharma’s a funny thing isn’t it?