Before Lisa and our kids move here, I am living kind of a spartan, bachelor existance, in a small apartment with not much more than a bed, a clock-radio and a TV on the floor. I've also reverted straight back to my pre-marriage menu of spaghetti and frozen pizza. In some ways it's like I'm 19 again and living in my first apartment, except now I have less hair and bad knees.
This apartment had no refrigerator, so I had to go out and buy one of those dorm-room style mini-fridges to keep my leftover pizza from rotting. It was $62.00 on clearance at Target and would just fit in the passenger seat of the car. (Does this count for the carpool lane? I'm gonna say yes.) The thing seems to work well enough, except I discovered that a full-size frozen pizza does not quite fit in the "freezer" compartment, but sort of hangs out of it, keeping the little door partly propped open. My options here are to either buy smaller pizzas, or break the big ones in half and stuff them in there.
Anyway, after a couple weeks, I decided to tear off the giant, bright yellow "ENERGY GUIDE" sticker they put on there for everyone to ignore. This was my mistake. Apparently, the sadistic people at (insert cheap fridge manufacturer here) decided to glue that sticker on with some sort of 22nd century super-grip space-age polymer designed to never, ever come loose. "Waaahahaha!" they must have cried! "This foolish American consumer will NEVER get this sticker off! He will live to regret buying our inexpensive product!"
One little tear from the corner and I knew I was in big trouble. Only a little came off, just a tiny, quarter inch chunk. Okay, I thought, let me use my thumbnail to get under it and get started on a bigger piece. I pulled and a slightly bigger chunk DID come off, but it was only the top-layer of yellow paper, leaving the hazy glue-layer still firmy stuck.
I was wishing I'd never started at this point, but there was no turning back with it partially torn off. Tiny bit by tiny bit, scraping, praying, pulling and scrubbing with a wet rag for a half-hour and I finally had most of it off. The glue left a sticky haze behind, but I'll call it done, at least until I have my regular professional refrigerator door glue removal service appointment, which is never.
So, goodbye to that half-hour of my life. And to the few minutes of yours it took you to read this. Sorry about that.