Imagine kicking them under the fridge instead of just leaving them where they lie.
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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.
“Tried”? She missed somehow?
The fridge was a low-rider.
I hate it when the ice bounces back.
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.
They're on the floor. How would I get them to the sink?? I don't think even Messi could kick them up there.
So there's these things halfway up your legs and they're called knees. These can bend so that you can lower your upper body towards the floor, allowing your arms to reach the ice cube when extended.
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 have two cats and one of them can play with a toy reliably for whole minutes at a time without losing it under a piece of furniture, the other one, instantly pushes it under the sofa. Why?
Maybe it's because I've mainly lived in temperate climates but this seems like a great way to get a lot of mold under your fridge.
girls are so annoying i am constantly wikipedia printout page
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.
Fictictous and Homosexual, anon is trying to scare off the girl.
I'm trying really hard not to comment something like "Welcome to one of many, many joys of living with an immature teenage child."
Kicking the ice under the fridge is actually one of the least aggravating of the shitty things to do in the kitchen, but so indicative of what type of person they are. Other well-known classics include leaving a microscopically small portion of milk in the carton to avoid having to rinse the thing out and place it in the recycle bin and using the last clean cup in the cabinet so that you don't have to bring one of the dozen+ dirty cups you've accumulated in your room to the kitchen to be cleaned for reuse. Oh, and let's not forget drop a spoon of peanut butter the floor and leave it for the dog to clean up even though you know she's allergic to it so it makes her throw up and then later on causes a bunch of skin issues for her.
No, I'm not the least bit bitter. Why do you ask?
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.
I do this occasionally, but I live in Arizona.
Ah, then you're nurturing the community of scorpions and centipedes. Best to do that so they don't start an uprising.
This is a power move ngl