HELVETICA STANDARRRRRRRD!
"Ah!" The Son said as he sat up from the table, "I forgot to get a drink!"
The Father closed the door to the refrigerator even as The Son came up to it.
"I really should have done that while my food was cooking!" The Son thought as he began to say, "I really should-" The door didn't open. "Should-" He pulled at the door again. "Should..." He grabbed at the handle with both hands and pulled. "..." Nothing still, The Son turned to The Father and remarked, "Did you glue the door or something?"
The Father raised an incredulous eyebrow.
"I guess I really should have..." The Son tried yet again as he tried to pull the door open yet again- "WHAT THE HECK?" He shouted in frustration as the door refused to budge. The Son glared at the door even as The Father held back a laugh. The Son tried to open the door once more, remaining silent as it finally released and swung open.
"dotdotdotdot" The Son thought as he got his chocolate milk out of the fridge.
A.N.: The fridge routinely 'pressurizes' after one of it's doors has been opened. Today at lunch, it happened again- with the dialogue here left almost exactly as I said it...minus some extraneous cursing...which I think sets it apart from the other times it's happened, not counting the fact that this 'pressurizing' took absolutely forever!