It was a pleasant summer evening, Ajay was a away on a business trip and I was preparing dinner for the children. Kabir and Sasha were quietly watching T.V. on the sofa when I tried to use our fridge ice machine. I pressed my glass against the dispenser, as I have done every other evening, however this time nothing came out. I could hear some intense crunching sound, and ice being moved around, so decided to investigate this further. Upon occasion I've been known to be a bit of a klutz in the kitchen, this time was no different. As I opened the freezer door ice spilled everywhere, I tried to move out of the way and slipped on a piece ice that had fallen on the floor, hanging onto the fridge door handle I pulled myself up thinking - 'I can fix this, I'm sure it's it's something obvious.' . In my infinite wisdom I decided to pick out the ice from inside the freezer door. The hole that led to the dispenser was higher than myself so I stood on my tiptoes removing the jammed pieces, reaching further and further until I hit something that felt like rubber. Curious, I pushed against it, again standing on the very tip of my toes, almost off the floor when – yes, you guessed it - my hand slipped right through the rubber. I remember thinking 'Oh God, this can't be good.'. Wondering where my hand ended up through this opening, I shook it around hearing my gold bangels jingle on the opposite side - my hand had slipped right through to the front of the fridge door! In a panic I tried to squeeze my hand back through, but my bangals were blocking my way. I tried to remove them but couldn't reach around far enough to take them off. I stood there feeling complete helpless, desperately thinking what I was going to do - my eyes welling up, imagining having to call my parents over to get me out of this bizarre predicament - worried how in the world would I explain this, I mean seriously, who does this kind of thing!!!
Thankfully Kabir wandered into the kitchen asking: "Mama, why are you crying?' , completely oblivious to how strange his mother looked hanging off the freezer door. Trying to compose myself, I ask him to get the cordless phone preparing to confess my stupidity...all I kept picturing was having to contact the Frigidaire hotline and saying: ' Yes, I'd like to speak to the client service department, need someone to help me remove my hand from the ice dispenser....no this isn't a prank call...yes I know you've never had anyone call about something like this, can you help me dammit!' , then all I could picture was someone sawing the fridge door in order to release me, then having to explain to Ajay what happened while he left the children in my care. Reluctant to make the 'rescue call' I looked around the room and saw a bottle of olive oil on the counter, I asked Kabir to bring it to me, I poured it in the hole where my hand was stuck and in the front where my bangals were. In one swift movement my hand slipped back out. So relieved, breaking only 2 gold bangals in the process, I'd never felt so grateful! Kabir watched in confusion as I cried now in happiness. Crisis averted...this time ;)
