The River Street Fridge

This yellow box was the bane of my existence. This ancient fridge was the piece of crap we had in our first Haverhill apartment. A year into our stay there, the motor on that fridge started to go. It would constantly stop working, requiring you to open the freezer, and give it a solid kick start. It took months for the landlord to finally break down and offer to replace it.

When the new fridge finally came, the men moved the old piece of crap into our tiny living room, and installed the new one in it's place. They started to walk out the door, and I yelled after them,"the landlord said you'd take this thing with you." The delivery guy looked it up and down and told me that the fridge wouldn't fit down the stairs. Apparently the wall at the top of the stairs was built after the fridge was brought up, and now it made it impossible to remove it. When I talked to the landlord he recommended that I disassemble and remove that piece of crap myself.

Nothing I did was any good...I managed to get the doors removed, but I just didn't have the tools to dismantle the rest. So out of frustration I invited 8 people over and we all took turns in groups trying to maneuver the behemoth fridge down the back staircase. After several hours of turning it every which way we left it wedged in the back hallway, and it remained there till the day we moved out.

GOOD RIDDANCE TO THAT ANCIENT BROKEN FOOD LOCKER.