Let the cold fly

I’m seating having breakfast. Someone else comes in the kitchen, goes to the refrigerator, opens both doors to get something (let’s say eggs) and walks away toward the sink. The refrigerator doors are left open.

The boiled egg preparation starts. Here comes the pot, filled with water and on the stove it goes. The refrigerator is still open. It’s looking at me with an open chest!

Coffee preparation goes on. The minutes pass inexorably.

The cold, blue light from the fridge gives the semi dark kitchen an eerie glow. Tense, I start moving uncomfortably in my chair

Cups come out, plates and silverware. It’s still open.

I keep staring at the open fridge until it starts beeping: beep, beep, beep Still no reaction!

Finally I get up, walk to the fridge to close it but a firm voice alerts me: Don’t you see that I’m still using it? I stop dead in my tracks and go back to the breakfast table, my tail between my legs.