I was down on all fours facing the glory hole. No, I was not in some stinky men’s restroom. I’m way too civilized for that. I was on my hands and knees in an empty refrigerator box. Let me explain. I had stayed home from my law office to take delivery of the new refrigerator – a big stainless steel thing with French doors. After the delivery guy installed it, he started to cart away the heavy-duty cardboard shipping box w...