Our ridiculous excuse for a refrigerator (brand Maytag; moral of that story: avoid the brand like the plague!) finally decided to pack in for good, and it did so with flair. Refrigerators apparently have heaters in them (who’d have thought it?), and the repairman just replaced it for the third time. Well, the very next day, we noticed the refrigerator warming up again, and when my brother peeked into the heater area, he found the heater red-hot, like a hot iron poker. This kind of freaked us all out, because who knows what would have happened if this had taken place while we were all asleep…maybe the refrigerator would have caught fire or something? We unplugged it, and decided to put an end to it’s 10-year existence.
This weekend we’ve been searching for an upright freezer to replace the refrigerator with. We went everywhere, and finally landed at Sears. We found a model we liked, and told the salesman we’d decide over the weekend and come back during the week. He said, “But this is a 20% discount, and starting Sunday it’ll be only a 15% discount…” We said, “We don’t care, we’d rather pay $20, $30, $40 dollars more later and be super-sure, than buy it now and then be disappointed with it for the rest of it’s life.” We took the guy’s card and came home.
Then, my mom got onto the Mommy Phone A Friend For Advice Network (every woman has one, right, ladies?!), and one of her friends told her about the Sears Appliance Outlet, saying that they usually have very very good deals, so go check them out first. Maybe we’ll find the model we liked, for up 40-50 percent less. So, ok, we went. Here is where I stop talking about the refrigerators and start talking about ovens.
Because while it was 85 degrees outside, it was about 105 degrees inside this outlet store. The whole time we were looking at the refrigerators, we felt like we were in an oven. What in God, Heaven, and Hell’s name are they thinking in that place?! And they had these huge overhead fans circulating all this hot air around to make us feel even worse. I was so blisteringly hot in there, I wouldn’t have bought anything even if I was really in love with the item. I don’t know how the employees go in to work there everyday–no wonder they sounded kind of surly on the phone when I called to ask what products they had in stock. Talk about sweatshop labor!
When we got back outside, it was like stepping into winter. For a few minutes, we didn’t even have to turn on the air-con in the car. Until we realized that it is summer in California, after all.
Ok, back to talking about refrigerators, or more specifically, the prices on things in there. It was really weird. Some things were really reduced in price (the more the cosmetic damage, the greater the reduction), but then when you add the Sears Master Protection Plan, it jacks up the price to be the same as you’d pay in the store, because the Master Protection Plan at the Outlet is based on the item’s original price, while the MPP at the store is based on the sale price. Very odd, or shall I say, very gimmicky. (And the MPP is pretty much a necessity to have, so that all future repairs will be covered, parts and labor, for 3 or 5 years…given how things are made these days, whatever we buy will definitely be seeing a repairman within a couple of years…and we’d rather go with a Sears repairman than the independent one we’ve been using the last few years…coz that has clearly not worked out very well!)
So, back to the store we go. Where we won’t have to feel like we’re shopping inside an oven.