i have entirely too much freetime with which to day dream

whenever i envision a scenario where i bump into somebody that i'm not necessarily 100% comfortable with at an unexpected time but in a very central part of some imaginary house, like the kitchen, it's usually the kitchen, and i look into the fridge to avoid having to make much more small talk, it's always one of those really old refrigerators with the rounded sides and corners and one of those funny vertical handles that you lift.