Fridge — Buy Larder

The first oddity happened on Tuesday. Arthur had bought a single, lonely carton of milk. When he opened the heavy door the next morning, the milk was there, but next to it sat a perfectly chilled glass of orange juice. He hadn't bought orange juice in years.

Arthur stopped going to the grocery store. He began a dialogue with the machine. He’d leave a note on the shelf: "Something spicy?" and find a steaming bowl of laksa. He’d leave a single apple and receive a slice of sharp cheddar and a glass of Riesling.

Arthur, a man whose kitchen currently consisted of a lukewarm mini-fridge and a dream of organized perishables, didn’t ask any questions. He borrowed a truck, enlisted a silent friend with a bad back, and hauled the massive, mint-green beast to his fourth-floor walk-up.

But larder fridges are designed for storage, and eventually, the fridge wanted something back.