So yesterday, I woke up at 3:47 AM because my refrigerator was humming the national anthem of a country that doesn’t exist. I went to the kitchen, and the fridge door was slightly open, but instead of food, there was a small parliament inside. Tiny chairs, tiny microphones, and one cucumber wearing a tie giving a speech about energy reform.
I tried to close the door, but the cucumber told me I was interrupting democracy. Out of respect, I let the debate continue. By morning, the milk had resigned, the cheese formed an opposition party, and my orange juice asked for political asylum in the freezer.
I’m not sure if I should unplug the fridge or just accept that my kitchen is now a sovereign state.
Has anyone else experienced this, or should I stop eating leftover lasagna at midnight?
I tried to close the door, but the cucumber told me I was interrupting democracy. Out of respect, I let the debate continue. By morning, the milk had resigned, the cheese formed an opposition party, and my orange juice asked for political asylum in the freezer.
I’m not sure if I should unplug the fridge or just accept that my kitchen is now a sovereign state.
Has anyone else experienced this, or should I stop eating leftover lasagna at midnight?
Honestly, I’d let them sort it out - sounds more organized than most parliaments these days. Maybe just make sure the cucumber doesn’t run for president