‘How exactly are we going to get that home?’ I asked, glancing at the massive fridge my husband was pointing at excitedly.
‘Just chuck it in the back!’ he said, excitedly.
‘It’s a hatchback, Harold,’ I shook my head. ‘Not a time machine.’
‘A time machine?’ he frowned. ‘How would a time machine help in this situation.’
‘Space and time are the same relative dimension, Harold. If you can manipulate one on a trans-dimensional level then it stands to reason the technology can manipulate the other. Harold.’
He blinked at me slowly, then shook his head. ‘Look, we can do this! We’re both very smart people!’
I scoffed and he frowned at me. ‘You don’t think so?’
‘Absolutely not.’
‘Why not? You can rattle off a rant about physics and the trans-dimensionality of spacetime, but you can’t help me fit a fridge in a car?’
‘It’s not physics that’s your problem here, it’s geometry.’ I rolled my eyes. ‘The amount of damage you’ll do to my poor baby…’
‘I’ll pay for the car repair! Adelaide isn’t even that far!’
‘First of all, it’s hours away.’
‘Only when you drive,’ he mumbled.
‘And secondly,’ I glared at him, ‘you’ll pay thousands of dollars for car repair, but won’t shift a penny for a new fridge?’
‘It’s free!’ he repeated, pointing at it as it stood on the side of the road. ‘To a good home!’
‘A local good home,’ I sighed. ‘And you’re forgetting the fuel, the stress on the tires, finding a mechanic who can perform general maintenance on my car—’
‘Fine!’ he threw his hands up. ‘No free fridge! Are you happy!’
‘Of course not!’ I yelled back. ‘It’s a beautiful fridge!’
‘What?’ he said, confused but still yelling. ‘I thought you hated the fridge?!’
‘I don’t hate the fridge, it’s perfect!’
‘Then why are we yelling?!’
‘Because it won’t fit in the car, Harold!’
‘Oh, right.’