As if working a 9-to-5 desk job wasn’t bad enough, we ran out of ice cube trays at work. We didn’t run out of ice cubes, but the actual trays themselves. How that’s possible, I have no idea. I imagine there’s a wild-eyed burglar somewhere sitting on a mountain of white plastic ice cube trays, giggling insanely.
We of course had to replace the trays. I mean, people need their ice, right? Of all the trays available, what shape does our joker receptionist decide upon? Hearts.
Yes, hearts. I wouldn’t know where to find heart-shaped ice cube trays even if I were actually looking for them.
I now have to drink my daily Diet Coke at lunch with heart-shaped ice cubes in my glass. I might as well don a parasol and sundress and skip ’round the office water cooler.
The humanity.