Freezer

I don't understand my freezer.

It's not that it just because some items inside the freezer get frozen, and some items for one reason or another end up warm, although that is very weird. I never have any trouble making ice, but somehow, my ice cream turns into chocolate peanut butter soup. And the ice tray is literally one or two inches away from the ice cream box. I don't get it, but that's not the reason I don't understand my freezer.

No, I don't understand my freezer because it speaks Russian.

When I move into a place, I like to make friends with the freezer. After all, it is the device where meats are preserved and ice cream is supposed to stay ice creamy. We rely on our freezers, I rely on my freezer, so I try to be polite and make sure that I make a good impression.

Unfortunately, I don't think I made one.

Me: Nice to meet you Mr. Freezer!
Mr. Freezer: Пойдите к аду.

The language sounds beautiful, but I assure you, the tone was quite harsh.

When I buy meat, I'll tell the freezer what I am putting inside him. It's a common courtesy. However, he retains the hostile tone.

Me: Hey Mr. Freezer! I'm going to give you these chicken cutlets. Try to keep them warm.
Mr. Freezer: Всосите мои шарики.

Still, before I go to bed, I say good night to him.

Me: Good night Mr. Freezer! Pleasant dreams!
Mr. Freezer: Почему делаете вы говоря к замораживателю? Вы шальны?

I hope we can learn to be friends. I don't like it when my ice cream turns to chocolate soup.