This morning Howie said to me, “You left out the refrigerator in your post about inanimate objects. I think you hurt its feelings. It’s weeping.” He led me into the kitchen where the refrigerator had drizzled a stream of water onto the floor.
I apologize to the refrigerator. You’ve been the one inanimate object in my life that’s given me absolutely no problem ever since we acquired you more than twenty-five years ago.