The stupid stupid repairman came back for the fourth time today (no, it’s not fixed yet)… and forgot his tools again (second time in four visits). It’s official. He’s messing with me. He’s waiting until I tire of the charade and buy a new fridge, letting him pocket the money for this dud. I’m stupid stupid too, for having been had. Plus it’s getting creepy having him come around every day.

He’s coming back to replace the freon tomorrow (because, obviously, he didn’t do anything at all today), and if the thing doesn’t work right away, I’m turning into She-Hulk and beating him over the head with his goddamned fridge.