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You're Right, I'm Wrong: The Coolinator

This summer Bradfo and I had the opportunity to plan a camping trip for 40. I was in charge of food, and Bradfo was in charge of logistics. While on one of my runs I saw an old old old freezer sitting on the side of the road. Bradfo noticed it to, and decided we needed this freezer to keep all the food cold with dry ice instead of using many coolers. I was afraid to open the freezer feeling for sure it housed either a large family of racoons or remains from a serial killer. Mostly I was concerned with what we would do with the freezer after we stopped using it. (Keeping in mind that I already own a stand up freezer in the basement, a fridge/freezer in the garage, and my regular fridge/freezer beast in the kitchen.)

No joke the freezer was called "The Coolinator". I googled it and found a picture of it.

Brad assured me that the gentlemen from Rocky Mountain Power would come and pick it up and give us $30.00 as part of a cool saver program. I was convinced that they would take one look at the behemouth and walk the other way. The coolinator probably hadn't been turned on in 40 years and it would definately not pass the "does it function test". Bradfo convinced me that engineers from Rocky Mountain would not be picking it up, and to chill. Ha.

I signed the form then ran inside and hid in Max's room because I was afraid they would change their minds. Suckas!

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Andrea said…
What an awesome find! Did it work out on the camping trip?

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