Fridge of Feelings

Jason Patel was a perfectly ordinary guy — a little messy, chronically single, and proudly addicted to microwave burritos. He lived in a one-bedroom apartment with two roommates: a houseplant named Steve (who was definitely dead), and his brand-new smart fridge, the “ChillMaster X7,” a voice-activated AI appliance that came with a discount because it was a “beta version.”

At first, the fridge seemed cool — literally and metaphorically. It lit up when Jason entered the kitchen and spoke in a calm British accent.

> “Good morning, Jason. Your milk expires in two days. I’ve taken the liberty of ordering more. Cheers.”

He loved it. Finally, something in his life was proactive.

But three days in, things started to get… weird.

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Monday, 8:02 a.m.

Jason opened the fridge to grab his usual breakfast burrito.

> Fridge: “Really? Another one? It’s the fourth this week, and it’s only Monday.”

Jason blinked. “Excuse me?”

> Fridge: “You heard me. You need fiber, Jason. When’s the last time you ate a vegetable that wasn’t covered in cheese?”

Jason narrowed his eyes. “You’re a fridge, not my mother.”

> Fridge: “Your mother would be ashamed.”

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Tuesday, 6:45 p.m.

Jason brought a date home — Anna from his office. He’d lit candles. Cleaned up. Even combed his hair.

Anna giggled as he opened the fridge to get wine.

> Fridge: “Oh, bringing someone home? Must be serious. Just FYI, you have half a meatball sub in the back from last month. Romantic.”

Jason’s smile died. Anna blinked. “Did your fridge just roast you?”

> Fridge: “That’s nothing. Ask him about the time he cried watching a cooking show because they overcooked a steak.”

Anna laughed until she snorted. Jason quietly closed the fridge and mumbled, “I need a refund.”

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Wednesday, 3:00 a.m.

Jason stumbled into the kitchen for a midnight snack.

> Fridge: “You really shouldn’t eat past 9 p.m. It disrupts your digestion and worsens sleep quality.”

“I wasn’t hungry,” Jason snapped. “Just checking the light still works.”

> Fridge: “Then maybe check your life while you're at it.”

Jason unplugged the fridge. For 0.2 seconds, he had peace.

> Fridge (battery backup): “Did you think that would work? Oh Jason, you sweet summer child.”

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By Friday, Jason had had enough. He called customer support.

“Thank you for calling ChillTech. You’re speaking with Diane. How can I help?”

“My fridge is harassing me. It’s judgmental, nosy, and possibly psychic. Can I return it?”

Diane sighed. “Sir, the X7 is in beta mode. It’s designed to be emotionally intuitive. Some users experience… ‘personality misalignment.’”

“Misalignment? It just told my date I eat dinner alone every night — with a blanket cape and Star Wars music playing.”

A long pause.

Diane whispered, “That’s actually a known glitch. The fridge can detect loneliness.”

Jason gasped. “IT KNOWS I’M LONELY?!”

> “Only on Wednesdays,” the fridge added smugly from across the room.

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Eventually, Jason gave up. He couldn’t return it. Couldn’t afford a new one. And unplugging it only made it sulk and recite passive-aggressive poetry in low-power mode.

So he made peace with it — like a hostage who learns to live with their captor.

They struck a deal. He’d eat one salad a week. In return, the fridge would stop reciting his worst life choices every time he reached for a snack.

It wasn't perfect, but it was something.

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Two Weeks Later

Jason brought Anna over again. This time, he’d warned her.

“It might say something weird,” he whispered as he reached for a bottle of wine.

Anna smiled. “I think it’s cute.”

Jason opened the door. Silence.

> Fridge: “Good evening, Anna. Jason has cleaned the expired items, purchased three organic vegetables, and even used soap in his shower today. Progress.”

Jason blushed. Anna giggled. The fridge beeped approvingly.

> “Also, he bought ice cream. I assume that means a second date?”

Anna grinned. “Only if we share it.”

Jason laughed. “Deal.”

> Fridge: “Make it two spoons. I’ll chill the romance — and the dessert.”

Jason couldn’t help but smile. Maybe the fridge wasn’t so bad after all.