On July 12, 1980 I got married to my darling wife, Aura. On that same date we purchased a refrigerator for our new house among other things. It was a Whirlpool refrigerator which has challenged the passing of time. To this very day, the fridge is still making ice cubes and keeping our drinking water cold.
On January 5th, Mr. Rolando Speid extracted our old refrigerator from our house to have it painted at his shop. The poor creature was falling apart. The doors were not shutting properly, it was squirting condensed water on the inside and rust could be seen everywhere. It reached a point of dilapidation, that we were ready for a replacement. But, and this is a big but, we would make a last attempt to save the artifact. Then we called Mr. Speid, who happened to be a friend of a friend, of a friend. You know how it goes.
Mr. Speid recommended a high quality paint known as polyurethane and Epoxy Prime which should expand the life of the appliance for at least another ten years. I’m positely sure it will outlast us.
When the refrigerator was finally sand blasted and painted, it looked like a brand new artifact out of the box. We are a very traditional marriage who don’t believe in trends and fashion. We do things when they are needed, not when a company tell us that our products should be discarded and replaced by a state-of-the-art new model. We don’t understand how anybody would camp outside a mall in the middle of the night under freezing temperatures, just to be the first customer to buy a new iPhone. Others wait for hours in long lines waiting for the shopping mall to open, then they storm into the building, literally fighting their way in to get hold of the box of their dreams. I’ve seen on TV two persons wrestling on the floor, desperately trying to capture the box of their obsession. Nope, we don’t agree with this crazy conduct.
Sorry for the digression, I got carried away by the absurdity of irrational behavior and planned obsolescence used by greedy companies who think we are zombies.
Back to our story. The fridge is back home and looks like a million bucks. It’s working like a Swiss clock and purring like a kitten. I enjoy looking at its bright oyster color. This is the third time our refrigerator has been painted and we will keep doing it until it says “No Más”. Below are several pictures of the renovated appliance.
As technology advances in strides, old products fall into obsolescence. What do I mean by that? Any good dictionary worth its salt will define obsolescence as “a process of becoming obsolete; falling into disuse or becoming out of date.” Example: A policy of planned obsolescence. In the case of our Whirlpool refrigerator this axiom doesn’t hold any water. Good Day.