Our refrigerator broke a few years ago.  Nearly every attempt I’ve ever made to fix something mechanical has resulted in further damage to already broken items, so when the cooling machine was whining, I did the smart thing: I stepped away from the appliance and called for help.  Soon a large man with tools was at our house.  He opened the freezer, which was stuffed beyond capacity with huge quantity “good deal” items from Costco. 

He turned to my wife and me.  “Do you see what you’ve done?”  he asked, glaring at us accusingly, his stares alternating between the freezer and us.  We told him that, no, we didn’t see ‘what we’ve done’, told him that we’d simply put things that needed to be frozen in the freezer, told him that we didn’t see the crime in that.