Having lived in my new apartment for almost a month, I have noticed a disturbing emptiness, an emptiness that I never expected; my refrigerator does not sing to me.
Through the last six years or so, I have had the opportunity to visit friends residing in most of the other apartments in this particular complex. In each of them, identical models of refrigerators stand and each has it's own unique call. Amber's refrigerator at times would call out in song very similar to a humpback whale. It reminded me of Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home. Alicia's sounds like a locomotive for a while then lets out a few asthmatic wheezes and gasps before going into hibernation. Each unit's refrigerator is different.
My refrigerator has yet to sing and speak out in the language of it's people. I will wait.