I have a time machine in the kitchen.

I have a time machine in the kitchen.

Photo by Mohamed Osama on Unsplash

I suspected it.

Last night I was sure of it.

The refrigerator slows down my vital time.

Every 5 days it takes away 2 from me.

I explain it to you.

At home, we do the grocery shopping every 5 days. You fill the refrigerator thoroughly with everything, without returning to the store.

Then, after 2 days, I looked inside and screamed.

Do you remember the echo? I see the bottom, and the walls give me my voice back.

With increasing frequency, the galley requires serious supplies starting from the third day.

At this rate, the refrigerator takes me out of my life history, 12 days a month. 144 per year. Almost 5 months!

It’s basically making me younger.

Maybe I need to buy a bigger fridge, and I’ll fall back into line with the standard time dimension.