It was a dark night many moons ago. I was but a 13 year old boy, living in my parents' basement like the social outcast I was! As I tapped away on KaW while listening to music, subtly moving in time with the beat, I realized something. I was thirsty. It was a despairing thirst, one that cannot be conquered by the likes of the tap in the bathroom across the hall! Nay, this thirst demanded FRIDGE WATER! My mother has insomnia, and, at the time, often came downstairs from the second story of our home to sleep on the cool leather couches. I didn't realize this at the time, though I crept up the stairs out of habit. If either of my parents caught me, they could take away my Xbox, or worse, my iPod, and therefore KAW! As I slid through the dark mess of stools and chairs, I realized I'd need a light in order to obtain a cup, and therefore life-giving water! Now. Our kitchen had two light switches. The main one, which lit up six gigantic bulbs on the high ceiling, or the switch that lit the solitary bulb over the sink and near the cupboards in which we store our dishes. I thought myself incredibly sneaky. If I flicked on only the one above the sink the light level would be lower and I would have less chance of being caught. My fingers found the switch. With a short intake of breath to prepare myself for the close-at-hand glare of light, I flicked that switch! And everything went wrong. You see, I'd forgotten. Next to that solitary lightbulb switch there is another. The one that turned on the sink garbage disposal. The one I turned from "off," to "on." Normally with this garbage disposal you had to have a flow of water from the tap to lubricate the churning blades that chopped discarded food to mush. I did not. Normally you had to check for silverware or other small objects inside it before using it. I hadn't. And normally you're supposed to be ready for the sound of a spoon being forcefully digested by the maw of a sink! I certainly was not. And neither was my mother, fitfully sleeping a room over. With an earsplitting screech of metal-on-metal action, the garbage disposal tore up that poor spoon in a single moment. I quickly flipped it off, but was it quickly enough? No. My mom answered its cries with her own, louder, somehow. Then she was yelling for my dad to get the gun. And I was running for my very life! Through the messy kitchen, down the stairs, around the corner, down the hall, into my room, and straight under the covers. The worst part? I never got my delicious, cold, refreshing, rejuvenating fridge water.
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Wouldn't the light from the fridge have been enough to find a cup. Also if you could locate a switch why couldn't you feel your way to the cup cupboard. Lastly, you didn't think to use the light from your iPod to lead the way?
The fridge didn't have a light, the noise of banging around looking for a cup would have woken someone, and the honest answer to that last one is I was an idiot.
Wait, I actually remember. My charger was crap and you had to spend 20 minutes positioning it just right so it would charge. I didn't want to move it.
What the crap kind of fridge doesn't have w light? Did you have to put blocks of ice in it to keep your freshly delivered milk cold?
Good thing it wasn't me in that situation or I'd have been caught at the end because my brothers both don't live here anymore, lol.