What IS going on in my fridge?
[Peter note: Now would probably be a good time to mention again that everything I write in here is a first draft. Also, this site is all about practicing writing, amusing myself and NOT about the final product. You’re a little scared now, aren’t you?]
When I was a little kid, I used to wonder what went on in our fridge after we closed the door. And, no, this isn’t a joke about the light staying on. I used to think that it would be cool if the food had their own little world going on.
That WOULD be cool.
Many different types of food living together. Their leader would be a tupperware container of leftover “Bush” beans. (Subtle, eh?) You guessed it, his second in command is a weiner.
Roughly half of the foods feel that the money they make is theirs and theirs alone. While the other half feels like the government has the right to use surpluses on programs that help those in need. (Things like buying new boxes of baking soda to get rid of smells.)
Half the foods feel like traditions and values most be kept sacred. While the other half feels that as times change, they must adjust how they view lifestyle customs.
Half of the foods greatly value the free enterprise system, while the other half feels like the government can do a better job of distributing wealth amongst the foods.
I think you get the picture.
Things have been busy recently in the fridge.
The beans and weiner have sent troops into a senseless battle in the dryer in the basement. They claimed that a weapon of mass sock stealing is in there. Meanwhile, the washer is building up it’s nuclear arsenal and doesn’t give a flying fuck what the rest of the house thinks. (Beans calls it a “nucular aresenal.” Silly.)
The fridge always has to be wary of the growing China cabinet. That thing is expanding like mad. And it has a strange way of governing itself, which kinda scares and baffles the fridge foods.
The fridge is also secretly jealous of it’s sexy neighbors in the cupboard above it. It is chock full of maple syrup, Cadbury chocolate bars and awesomeness.
And now, if things weren’t crazy enough, a Venezuelan arepa just gave a speech in the crisper saying that beans is the devil.
Uh oh… there is talk of a bloody coup in the tool box in the shed.