My grandmother informed me the other day that she doesn't like to keep her milk on the refrigerator door. Ok, I accept the preference without question. It is, after all, her milk and her fridge. She goes on to explain that the milk sours faster when it is on the door. Ok, thinks I, this is a possibility. Maybe swinging out to room temp instead of tucked into its cold cocoon could raise the temperature to change its shelf life. Seems far fetched but I'll take it. Then she elaborates.
"You see, when the milk is on the door it gets agitated a lot more. Like churning butter, it turns lumpy and sour before I even get time to drink it all and then I end up throwing out the last of the quart."
Agitation at work, is it? Not one to dispute just for the sake of being right, I remind myself that whatever her reasoning- it is still her milk and it is still her fridge.
Upon inspection, however, it becomes apparent that the logic that got us here was not going to hold water...or even lumpy milk. I stick my finger into the gap between fridge and door and wiggle it around. "Maybe this is what is ruining the milk." With that she studies the door and agrees and a quandary enters the room. "I wonder what we could do to fix this." Of course this is we in the royal sense. I suggest, "well, if you push the door a little harder when you close it, should do the trick. See?" she looks at me like I have suggested buying a new house for the sake of a new refrigerator.
So now I follow her though the kitchen several times a day to push the door that last half inch.
You can bring the mountain to Muhammad, but if Muhammad don't want to admit you're right, you cannot make Muhammed close the darn fridge.
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