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A fridge over troubled water

You could retire off this pun.

can't be sure but "> at guys house" reads like it was written by a woman

• me, an ice cube
• ugh, no I don't want to leave the freezer
• oh no! He's picking me! Grab one of my annoying neighbours please!
• you know what? I'll jump out of his hands! He'll surely have to pick me up and put me back.
• what the fuck? He just kicks me underneath the freezer to melt uselessly?!
• fml

Rinse the ice and then keep using it. It's literally pristine again.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evaporation

My cats like to lick ice cubes so I'll leave them for them to lick across the floor lol

I asked my wife to pick up ice cubes she dropped because it would be too easy to slip on them. I might have lost it when she then tried to kick them under the fridge.

that's how you get cold puddle of water that you might step your socks in. the biggest ick.

Or just throwing them in the sink? Y’all crazy.

This is my cats job. If he hears an ice cube fall he will run in, find it, and start batting it around the floor. Within seconds it's under the fridge.

I keep at least twenty printed articles in several drawers throughout my house to preemptively head-off any and all arguments that may arise from situations that may arise contextually from events that could take place in that room.

Counter-print-out-a-wikipedia-page

why would a milk carton need to be rinsed before recycling?

I have a relative, full grown adult, they threw away a big-gulp cup almost entirely filled with ice into my trash. I do not have industrial trash-bags, I am not a mall, we do not have wheeled bins to collect solid and fluid waste at the end of the day. I have flimsy dollar-store trash can liners, because like most people, I am but a human of limited means.

I grabbed the cup and asked them why they did that. They stared at me without a hint of recognition or understanding. I pressed.

"The cup full of ice, why did you throw it away in the trash? The sink is two feet away."

Still puzzled. "So? it's just ice."

"WHAT IS ICE MADE OF?"

They shrugged. I sighed and let it go.

This story doesn't end there though. Because it led me to the most depressing epiphany of my adult life, which is that people broadly are not thinking. And I don't mean it in an edgy "I'm smarter than everyone" way, because I realized I am equally unthinking about a vast number of things, it's just that most people run on autopilot through their entire day, their entire week, their entire lives. You can be very, very smart and educated, and still not think.

So what is thinking then? It's conscious narrative exploration of current events in one's head, using language, using questions, using tools to rapidly explore the world around you as you move through it. I realized that I do that constantly (and that's also considered being on the spectrum.) It's why I don't throw full cups of liquid into other people's trash bags, but it's also why I'm miserable and overthink everything and have severe anxiety. No filter, no autopilot.

Our population only "thinks" when they're struggling, trying to overcome an obstacle, and for most of us, our obstacles are so abstract and hard to quantify that we just ride through our days. Capitalism has fueled an incentive to seek comforts and conveniences, so the vast majority of our day is in pursuit of comfort and conveniences, so we can stop thinking. The reward we seek is also our doom.

Next look up the wiki pages for mildew and mold.

Ah, then you're nurturing the community of scorpions and centipedes. Best to do that so they don't start an uprising.