In into the Cold or What could possibly go wrong?

In into the Cold or What could possibly go wrong?

Did you ever find yourself in a walk-in freezer, and someone closes the door behind you? Finding oneself in a freezer with no light and access to an exit can be a frightening experience. Had I known that this would be where I’d end up, I probably would not have entered the freezer, to begin with. 

I’ve seen Rocky before. You know, in the scene where he needs to get in shape for an upcoming fight, he goes into a butcher’s freezer and starts punching all the hanging meats. He’s only wearing a hooded sweatshirt for warmth. How hard could that be?

While the butcher’s back was turned, I slipped into the back, found the freezer, opened it, and got inside. It was lighted then. I looked around for an appropriate hanging torso to punch. Well, it turns out there is none. 

Before I can turn around to leave, the door shuts, the lights go out, and I am trapped in a freezer, blind due to a total lack of light, and unable to get out. 

Unlike Rocky, I at least have the sense to be wearing a warmer jacket. However, that does not prevent me from feeling the cold slowly seeping in. 

Were you ever so cold that you thought that packing raw meat on your body would make you warmer? I can tell you for a fact that it doesn’t. Well, I think it doesn’t. First, it was hard to see what I was packing on my body in the dark, but it felt like raw meat. 

Needless to say, I was sure I would freeze to death when I heard the door open, and there was a flash of brightness as the lights in the freezer came on. 

Were you ever caught by the butcher’s assistant standing in a cold freezer, covered in a goop that must be used to clean freezers?

“WHAT THE ….?” came the voice of said assistant. 

Let’s just say that I was escorted out of my present predicament, through the store of waiting customers, out onto the street, whereupon I had to find my way home. 

Did you ever try to get a cab or take a bus covered in smelly slime so you could find your way home? It turns out you can’t. 

I had to find someone to let me call using their phone so that I could get picked up.  Luckily my friend Ronald was home to help. After all, this whole thing was his idea. 

About hdh

I have been telling stories for over 40 years and writing forever. I am a retired teacher and storyteller. I hope to expand upon my repertoire and use this blog as a place to do writing. The main purpose is to give me and others that choose to comment, a space in which to play with issues that deal with storytelling, storytelling ideas, storytelling in education, reactions to events, and just plain fun stories. I explore some of my own writing throughout, from character analysis, to fictional, to poetry, and personal stories. I go wherever my muse sends me. Enjoy!
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