New Beer Fridge

The phone was ringing. I got it. It was my mom.

"How are you Beer? It's your mother."

She sounded drunk, but not too drunk.

"I'm with Reggie at the Simpson Sears in Bumblebee. We're buying a new fridge. I was sick of the old fridge but it still works good. Would you like a beer fridge?"

I thought the offer over.

"I already have two beer fridges," I told my mother, "but one more can't hurt. If one of my other beer fridges breaks down then and I'd only have one. That'd be no fucking good at all. You want me to come pick it up?"

I could hear my mom talking to Reggie as soon as I agreed to take their stinking old fridge off their hands. "He'll take it!" she was shouting into Reggie's good ear.

Before I hung up I told my mom, "Just make sure there's one case of beer in your new fridge and another one in my new beer fridge when I come over on Saturday to get it."