Ice Tray

Just a quick playful question: What type of person are you? Hm? What type?

Okay, allow me to expand. What would you do if you were to come across an empty ice tray in the fridge? Forget that the fridge is in a strangers house and the stranger finds you fiddling with their empty ice trays and you turn and run out of there as fast as possible. Forget all that. What would you do about the ice tray? Are you:

• Person A: Refiller — The Refiller is a brave, courageous and noble soul. They are the friend you always wanted. They are Tim Duncan. They are Steven Seagal. They are you, if you so choose. This is someone who sees the empty tray and by the virtue of their upbringing, they could not foreclose the tray barren and cold back into it’s frozen prison. You fill that tray. You fill that tray for all the dudes and dude-ettes to come after you. Not while you are there, no. You do not get to enjoy the satisfaction as it happens. But you know it happens and you are saintly. You pay-it-forward and thus move the karma meter up a tick. You are the Refiller. You are good.
• Person B: The Replacer — You suck. You see the empty tray and disrespectfully throw it back into the freezer, to be nothing more than cold plastic. Don’t be Person B. Be more like Person A and stop sucking. Your hands suck and get them off my ice tray.

So, yeah. What type of person are you?

Accurate hand rendering of an Ice Tray by myself

// The above words were in no way influenced by actual traumatic events experienced by the author, himself.

// The above words were in no way influenced by a scene in one of the greatest American movies about America ever made: Independence Day. There is a scene towards the end of the movie when Goldblum’s character is really down in the dumps and, brown liquor bottle in hand, he charges to the fridge in search of a frozen companion for his liquor drink. To his dismay, he finds an empty ice tray. In a rage he throws the empty tray back into the fridge and turns disgusted to carry on without the Ice. The next scene is just another person walking in looking for ice and aggressively returning the tray back to the freezer without actually filling it back up. Creating a terrifying loop in a world where there is never ice and you have to drink your drinks at room temperature forever. Let me just repeat: Don’t be, Person B. Ending on a rhyme. Nice.