I’m sure when Maid in Malaysia tagged me she said hah! Lets see if MM can find anything horrible to write about. I took it up with much glee because I was sure I’d find something. I’ve racked my brain and am most disappointed to come up with zilch. And then, just before I regretfully gave up - I remembered that my beloved husband has given me enough opportunity and more – although this particular incident was a long time ago.
It was 2004 December and I was heavily pregnant and very sickly. The OA had to go to London for a 2 month project and it just wasn’t safe for me to live on alone so I was to be packed off to my parents until he returned. I left a day or two before him because that is the day the train ran and I, knowing my husband well enough, shut down the entire house before I left. Locking cupboards, disconnecting geysers and washing machine, locking windows, putting out dust sheets and putting away knick knacks that might collect dust. The last thing I did was to empty out the entire refrigerator, give the vegetables and fruit and food away to the cook and leave only two eggs there, telling her to fry them for the next two mornings for the OA for breakfast. I told him then, to get her to wipe it down, switch it off and leave it ajar when he left. And then I left, convinced that even the OA couldn’t screw up something so simple.
Four weeks after the OA left I got a call from the landlady. Apparently her man Friday had entered our house (why he broke in is a story for another day!) and the overwhelming stink had left him swooning. The fridge smelled like it’s innards had been yanked out and left to rot in a puddle of shit.
Knowing no one much in the city I frantically called a friend to go over and check it out. Sure enough, the OA had left the eggs in the fridge because with me gone, he wasn’t waking up early enough to grab breakfast. And then he’d left the fridge as is, and left.
The refrigerator sales guys had to be called and even they tried to beg off. The house was stinking so badly that they didn’t want to enter. Eventually it was decided that the fridge had to be taken away to the service centre to be cleaned – because when they opened it they saw green, grey, yellow goop, worms, fungus and more stuff that I can’t remember being described.
Our friend just cursed. And cursed. And cursed. But did his duty as a friend and got the fridge lugged back and forth and cleaned up.
When we got back we stepped into the house gingerly. Our noses wrinkling up although the house had been aired out. We walked into the kitchen and dared each other to open the fridge door. It wasn’t too bad on the whole but the insides were pemanently stained. It was just too gross to put food into it once we knew what it had gone through. Fortunately or unfortunately ( depending on how you look at it) the OA got his transfer order before we could decide so we dumped it and picked up a new fridge. That one gave us more trouble and I’d written an open letter to Godrej on my blog two years ago! But as of now – MiM – that was our biggest domestic horror!