My wife can’t stand the guttural growls of the refrigerator at night.
People have looked at it. Nothing’s wrong with it except for the groans like a hungry stomach.
She screams at it in the middle of the night. Sometimes her words devolve into gibberish. She hits it, too. Then, on a particularly bad night for my wife, it stopped. I figured she fixed it once and for all.
In the morning, my wife’s side of the bed was cold. She wasn’t in the kitchen. I grabbed the refrigerator handle and opened the door. Light poured out.