Mrs. HM Does Not Fulfill Farmer H's Model Needs

Well. The Mansion still does not have ice. Are you shocked? I didn't think so...

Around 5:20 on Saturday, Farmer H called and said he was looking at the filters for ice makers at Lowe's, and there were about 10 different kinds, and did I know what was FRIG II's model number.

"How would I know that?"

"You have to look for it."

"Where?"

"I don't know. Inside?"

"You'll have to wait until I can get up and get over there."

Mrs. HM is not spry. It takes a couple minutes of standing to unstiffen her knees so she can walk. I tried to hurry from the kitchen table to FRIG II. Nothing in the freezer side that would apply. Nothing on the door, or the wall inside, or on the ice-making unit itself. No metal plate like inside the stove. But the refrigerator side had writing on the wall!

"It says there's an optional icemaker kit, Model JSI-26."

"No. That's not it."

"Or there's a model number FFHS2611PFAA."

"Just a minute. Let me ask this gal for a pencil. Okay."

"Model number FFHS2611PFAA."

"You don't have to have an attitude!"

"So you called to ask for the model number, but you didn't even have something to write it down?"

"Don't talk to me like that! BYE!"

Yes, I'm sure my tone conveyed my annoyance. But that's no reason to hang up on the person who got up to read you the numbers you asked for.

Farmer H came though the kitchen door a half-hour later, NOT carrying a filter for FRIG II's icemaker.

"That's no way to talk to me! The Lowe's gal heard everything you said, and I had the phone up to my ear!" [Said the man who is deaf, with his phone turned to maximum volume, so I can hear every word in the kitchen when he has it to his ear in the living room.]

"I just gave you the model number. TWICE! You're the one who hung up on me."

"I did not hang up on you! I said BYE!"

"So you went off to buy a filter for the icemaker, but you didn't write down the model number?"

"I looked at it this morning!"

"Then why did you have to call me?"

"I didn't have the number!"

"I thought you looked at it this morning. But you couldn't even tell me where it was."

"I TOOK A PICTURE of the refrigerator this morning!"

"You didn't even look inside?"

Farmer H threw up his hands and declared that it wasn't worth talking to me! He went to his recliner mouthing that I should just go get a divorce. Then he stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door. Because, you know, him going to bed without supper is the worst punishment he could ever give me!

Don't take it out on ME because you were unprepared to buy a filter for the ice-maker. WHO takes a picture of the OUTSIDE of a refrigerator to use as a reference for buying a specific part??? (Except maybe Blog Buddy Kathy's HeWho.)

Farmer H is the one who should be embarrassed about what that Lowe's salesgal thought of him. Not me. She's never seen me. Who gives a fat rat's rumpus what she thinks of me, from hearing my frustrated voice read Farmer H the model number that even a legally-blind person could have found inside FRIG II before going off to look for a part.