We were hungry and ready for our "gouter", so my sister went to the fridge and pulled open the door. When she did, as if in slow motion, we saw the fridge start to topple over towards us. I remember shoving my sister aside and jumping back just as it fell forward onto the floor with a tremendous crash. My sister was crying and my mother was standing there, in shock, with a wooden spoon in her hand. We didn't know what to do.
When my dad got home, we managed to get it back upright. The door had completely broken off because it fell with the door open. Everything that had been inside the fridge was left on the floor, splattered, spilled, and broken. Shards of glass were everywhere.
In the middle of this fiasco, my mother calmly went over and got a spatula and proceeded to scrape all the mayonnaise off the floor and into a bowl. She didn't give any to her friend Jen, though we ate it.