and I have to give the fridge door an extra little tug, which, not thinking, I do. I’m guessing now, since I couldn’t see through the door, that a bottle got wedged under one of the shelves. In any case, the railing of one of the door shelves, the railing that keeps everything on that shelf, pops off. Without said railing that keeps everything on that door shelf being present, the everything that was formerly kept on that shelf by the railing now has no motivation for staying on the shelf. So, it all jumps off.

Here’s the part where I should mention we have hard tile floors. I think, actually, that it’s exterior tile. It’s really lovely. But, in this case, the relevant feature of this tile is its hardness.

The everything that jumps off the shelf is, to the last count, all bottles. Two break, including a full bottle of wine. The wine is nicely chilled and had a bouquet of wild strawberries, hint of field grass. A large shard of glass stuck into my finger. My blood, the wine, some shitake mushroom sauce, it mingles on the sponge and rag. Takes me a fair amount of time to clean up, and make sure all the glass is gone.

I do not believe that I was personally being punished. I don’t think it was God’s will to break my 2000 Zaca Mesa. I don’t blame the company who made the refrigerator for the really easy to pop off shelf railing. I don’t think Zaca Mesa made their bottle too thin resulting in this painful finger poke.

This was not personal. It just was.