The speakers crackled… then started blasting gangster rap at full volume.
Stanley screamed over the noise, “Well, this ain’t flyin’ me to the moon!”
It took them 45 minutes and a call to their grandson to turn it off.
Later that night, the fridge started talking.
“You are out of eggs,” a creepy robot voice said.
Stanley shouted back, “Then go get some!”
The fridge paused and said, “I didn’t catch that.”
Harriet looked at Stanley. “We’ve been married 60 years. I thought I’d get to boss you around in retirement. Now I’ve got a refrigerator with an attitude.”
The next morning, they unplugged everything.
Stanley handed Harriet her old flip phone. “Let’s just go back to yelling at each other the old-fashioned way.”
