Too Many Eggs

Everybody likes fried eggs for breakfast—but would a chicken?
Coxe, an unusually phlegmatic citizen, came to buy the new refrigerator in the usual fashion. He was looking for a bargain. It was the latest model, fresh from the new production line in Los Angeles, and was marked down considerably below standard. The freezing compartment held 245 lbs. of meat.
How come so cheap? Coxe wanted to know.
Frankly, the salesman said, I asked myself that. Usually there's a dent in them or something, when they have that factory tag on them. But I checked it over and I can't find anything wrong with it. However, she goes as is.
At that price, Coxe said, I'll take it.
It arrived, refinished in a copper color to his specifications, the following Tuesday. It was plugged in and operated perfectly. He checked it out by freezing ice cubes.
Wednesday evening, when he opened the door to chill some beer, there was a package in the freezing compartment. He took out the package.
It was some sort of plastic and appeared to contain fish eggs.
Coxe had not seen fresh fish eggs, considered by some a delicacy, for a number of years.
He chilled the beer and fried the eggs.
Both tasted about right.
The following Friday, his girl friend came over to fix dinner for him, and when she looked in the freezing compartment, she said, What's this?