Friday, August 12, 2005

The problem with vacations

I have a problem with vacations. The problem is not that I am away from home, nor that I am (generally) in some obscure part of the country living life as cavemen did (you know, with propane stoves and little tiny portable DVD players).

No, my problem with vacations is that my parents like to take them, and often take them when I'm unable to attend. This in itself is not much of a problem because, as I said, I'm not a big fan of the whole caveman experience. (Besides, I like home and rarely have a desire to "get away from it all.") The problem is that when my parents leave, they leave me in charge of their little restaurant. Oh, apparently they tell all of the refridgerators and freezers down there that they're out of town so that they know when it's time to break.

It doesn't help any that the person who does all the maintenance on them "conveniently" scheduled his vacation time to coincide with my parents'. What's a guy to do? I'll tell you when I figure that out for myself. In the interim, I think I'm going to go defrost the coils again to see if it'll help.