The White Refrigerator

he opened the white pristine door of the fridge. this one opened from the left . it was three tiered, didn't have egg holding molds, or an aluminum can dispenser, but did have quarantined spaces for specific food groups. this one was A on a grade scale. it's filled. not much room for space, organized, had an assortment of beverages- canned and bottled, and was colorful. You had healthy greens from carrots to romaine lettuce separated in containers on top. the ranch was there if you felt like dipping or snacking. the oranges were cut in slices. strawberries freshly cut sitting in a yellow plastic basket and every vitamin water and flavor of starbucks bottled frappuccino ever presented, lined the rear and right side wall. the cheese was in blocks on the second tier next to brown colored eggs. there is a container with boston market baked beans, mashed potatoes separated from the brown gravy also from boston market and under that on the third tier was packaged chinese food in those inflated cardboard envelopes. to the left on bottom were canned ginger ale, cranberry juice and club soda. the organization was a mild case of ocd. it reminded him of a food pyramid.
in his hand was the fettucini alfredo in gladd tupperware. he saw the light sauce, basil and nicely cooked shrimp and didn't have to think twice about scooping it. it was the first thing he saw.
next step was the table settings. there was no need to look. sitting beside the faucet was a rack that held wet kitchen necessities for dry. bowl and fork. found easier done than said. the fork was beautifully crafted. it looked like silver and was designed just as royal and fancy like that of a queen's. he started to look at the handles of all the silverware.
amazing. they're all the same. plus the plates were all porcelain. what a life. these people eat like kings he thought. and he cut out a small portion of the fettucini for himself to pop into the microwave. eh, two shrip would suffice. lifting the fork, he exercised his wrists.

he tackled the left overs. he figured you could always feel obligated to it. it wasn't new and the portion was big. he drew the line if something was untouched and too newly packaged. to him, that seemed invasive and required too much effort to open things just bought. he was a guest who was taking advantage of guest entitlement.

30 seconds.
as he waited, he scanned the composition and layout. everything was compact. it was like a hallway and everything he wanted was at the place of a turn. he looked at the honey bear honey and girl scout cookies on top of the microwave. impressive.
he looked at the countdown. 16 seconds. 15. 14. counting along impatiently as the microwave hummed, he cupped along the napkins to straighten them out. and 3, and 2, and one.
happy new year!
there was a long electronical beep. yummy.