Selling the Refridgerator

Since we’re getting a new refrigerator with our new house, we decided to sell our old fridge. It’s a good appliance, only a few years old, and in good shape, but we had no more use for it, (our house buyer didn’t need it either). So Cowgrit put it up on Craig’s List for sell. Almost immediately, we had a buyer.

The buyer came and picked it up Friday night as we were packing the last parts of our house for the movers to come Saturday morning. The buyers were a man and woman who were, themselves, moving into a new home. They came in a pickup truck, and brought an upright dolly to roll the fridge out.

Now, we have six brick steps from our front walk to our front door, (they knew this before coming to pick up the fridge). Those steps make moving anything in or out of our home a pain in the butt. The bigger the item, the bigger the pain. Moving a fridge up or down those steps is only two degrees easier than moving a mountain ten miles.

I helped the man get the fridge onto his dolly — it had no straps to fasten it to the tool — and down the steps. I let him direct the operation, as I didn’t want to be held responsible for its handling. I just gave some muscle power and made sure no floor or wall was damaged in the work.

I don’t know why, but he decided to take the fridge down the steps leaning flat forward (pulling it from down the steps), rather than leaning about 45 degrees back (lowering it from up the steps). Doing this, he basically let the fridge drop off every step to the next lower, banging loudly every time. It sounded like someone dropping a car over a cliff: blam! blam! blam! six times. Once down on the front walk, he rolled it to the back of his pick up truck.

I remembered that we had put some extra appliance light bulbs in the fridge for them, and so I opened the door to look and see if they had gotten broken in the banging down the steps. Opening the door, I saw all the glass and plastic shelves jumbled inside. I just closed the door. Holy crap!

I eventually helped him get it onto the bed of his truck (which was full of holly bush clippings for some strange reason). They thanked us for selling, and we thanked them for buying. We watched them drive away, and then said to each other, “I hope everything isn’t all busted up, but if it is, it’s their’s now.”

Why in the world would someone spend a refrigerator-amount of money and then so badly mistreat the purchase before even getting it home? If no glass shelves are broken in the thing, it’ll be a miracle. I wouldn’t be surprised if the compressor was dislodged in some way from those six drops.

Bullgrit