Back in the days before frost-free/no frost/self defrosting there were actually refrigerators that needed to be defrosted. That meant unplugging them for about a day and setting pans of warm water inside to speed up the defrosting. The frost would be so thick in the freezer compartment that you could not get the ice trays [yes, I said ice trays] out of it. Now, ice trays were these aluminum or plastic trays about 4x6 inches that you had to fill with water, slip into the freezer section, and wait about 8 hours for them to freeze into ice so that you could have a glass of ice to pour your Coca-cola over. I said all that to tell this story :
We had one of these contraptions in our house. The door had a habit of sticking so that it was very difficult to open. Mother would sometimes have to wait for Daddy to come in, so that he could pry the door open. On one particular evening, as I [ a young girl] was eating supper, Mother was unable to get the fridge door open. When Daddy came in from the field, she asked him to open it. He tried and tried but could not budge it. Daddy, being a man of little patience, decided to get a crowbar to help with the situation. He came in the back door with that huge crowbar and immediately went to work on prying the door open. After a few choice words and a lot of work, finally the door came open. By that time, Daddy had pretty much lost all patience and his temper, too. He was "fed up with that door" and said " I'll teach you to stick on me!" With that he slammed it shut, and you can guess what happened next. He had to use the crowbar again. Only this time the door stayed permanently open. Mother got to go downtown to General Electric and select a brand new fridge.
PS- This incident was not as funny then as now.
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