The refrigerator repair man just left our apartment, declaring our refrigerator “toast.” It’s dead. It’ll still keep things colder than room temperature, but not by much. It’s old, it’s rusty, and he said with about two hours he could probably fix it, but he’d still recommend that the management replace it and then they’d be upset that he wasted two billable hours fixing a dead refrigerator.
He basically told us to take a weekend vacation or to buy a cooler. Nothing can really be done about it until next week, so “don’t buy groceries.” We’ll be notified when somebody decides to do something about it.