After reading an old post on this blog, I popped down the vintage refrigerator ad rabbit hole and am going to pull you in too so I won't be alone.
Here's where the goosebumps started:
The caption freaked me out a little. It reads like the title of a Twilight Zone episode, or a commentary of today's political climate. Either way, I'm scared. It makes me long for the days when we only had to worry about cameras in microwaves.
This ad is less menacing:
It still hints of some looming doom, but the trepidation is leavened by the idea that you can do something about it. You can defend your household. Or at least your leftover tuna casserole.
If the fridge in your house isn't up to the task of actual defense, it could always hide in plain sight, disguised as a bedspread.
Contact paper anyone? Decoupage?
This ice box provides a different kind of camouflage, though there's no guarantee of safety for that tuna mac:
I've never seen anything like it, outside a hospital sandwich vending machine, or a diner pie-go-round.
My favorite part is the name, though. I'm adopting it as my new cussword stand in:
Rotafrig.
I'll proclaim it while evaluating just how much tuna I should stock up on, and where the heck I'll store it.
ROTAFRIG!
If you need a distraction from your own prepping, scroll through more fridging fun by clicking here.
Enjoy! And prepare!