On Sunday I went to grab ice from our ice box and per usual, there was nothing but germy ice-bits. You know, those little bits-o-ice that break off in the bucket, the ones that everyone has filtered through their fingers when grabbing the cubes...
I like my water cold and my immune system strong. I used the bits.
I also like to have convenient access to future cold beverages so I emptied the half-used ice trays (annoyed.) and refilled them.
The next night, having not used any more ice since the refill, I reached into that bucket and thus I established a pattern...
Ice bits and a half empty ice tray.
After my mind flooded with irrational angry thoughts:
I'm going to leave a note: "It takes more time to pick out individual cubes than it does to refill the tray".
I'm going to empty the tray really loud so my roommates (who weren't even home) know what they did (more like, didn't do) and I am not happy.
I'm going to hide the ice. That's right, no more ice for them. The ice is all mine...Allllll mine!
After composing my mental self, I concluded...
This simple task is something that is done when no one else is watching. It involves being proactive to support yourself and others. It is responsible, considerate, and just the right thing to do.
...currently questioning my roommates' character
...and debating how I could feasibly hide the ice from them (while maintaining my title as Best Roommate Ever).