The rust-bucket had already lost the ability to freeze food, if I held the door open too long and overworked it there was every possibility that it could stop working entirely, and then we’d be down to whatever wouldn’t spoil too fast in the cupboards. If our luck was really in it might catch on fire too and burn the apartment block down. I decided corn would go better with rice and snatched it out, slamming the door shut. Voila! The two ingredients for the meal I would be cooking were now selected. My stomach rumbled when I thought of the kinds of things that my classmates had for lunches at school, but I had to make do with what I had. The budget had always been pretty tight, for as long as I could remember, but it had gotten even worse a few years back when my Mom was in a car accident and had ended up needing to pay damages to the other party. The whole ordeal, legal expenses and everything, were far beyond what she could afford, so the court had ordered her wages be garnished until everything was repaid.
