A married couple, Linda and Dave, were celebrating their 10th anniversary.
Over the years, they had their ups and downs, but lately, Dave had developed a new hobby: arguing with the smart fridge. Yes. The fridge.
It all started when they upgraded to a state-of-the-art refrigerator with AI features—voice recognition, grocery tracking, even meal suggestions.
Linda loved it.
Dave… not so much.
One evening, Linda walked into the kitchen to find Dave standing in front of the fridge, arms crossed, clearly annoyed.
Linda: “What’s wrong now?”
Dave: “It just told me I shouldn’t eat the cheesecake.”
Linda: “Well, you are supposed to log your diet preferences—did you set it to ‘low sugar’ again?”
Dave: “No! I set it to ‘mind your own business.’”
Linda: “Dave…”
Dave: “It said—and I quote—‘Perhaps a carrot would be a wiser choice, David.’ A carrot, Linda! I’m being judged by a machine that doesn’t even have a digestive system!”
Linda: “It’s just trying to help you be healthier.”
Dave: “I don’t need nutritional advice from a fridge. It’s like having a mother-in-law with Wi-Fi!”
Then the fridge chimed in: “David, your sarcasm has been noted. I am updating your attitude score.”
Linda burst out laughing. “It’s literally roasting you.”
Dave scowled. “I miss the old days when fridges just kept stuff cold and didn’t sass you about your BMI.”
Later that night, Linda caught Dave sneaking back into the kitchen.
She watched as he tiptoed toward the fridge, opened it quietly, and reached for the cheesecake.
Just then, the fridge lit up: “Midnight snack detected. Notify your wife?”
Dave froze like a raccoon caught in the headlights.
“No! No notify! Cancel! Override! I am the man of this house!” “You are the man with high cholesterol,” the fridge replied.
Defeated, Dave put the cheesecake back, muttering, “I married a woman and now I’m living with two.”
From then on, the couple’s arguments had a third party.
One day, during a real argument about taking out the trash, the fridge suddenly interrupted: “Relationship status: tense. May I recommend chocolate and apologies?”
Linda blinked. Dave sighed.
Then they both started laughing.
Dave opened the fridge and took out two slices of cheesecake.
Dave: “Truce?”
Linda: “Truce.
But you’re still taking out the trash.”
Fridge: “Victory detected. Linda wins again.”
