Cara D

 

Frozen Oddly

What I am about to say might be a tad bit bizarre. I have a pet peeve that absolutely drives me up the wall. I cannot stand when there is an odd number of ice cubes in my drink. I find it very irritating when I am staring down into a cup full of ice that is persistent to be odd in numbers. 

This problem of mine is one I face every single time I go to a friend’s house. For example the other day I went to see my neighbor at her house and she offered me a drink. I accepted and found that when I took a sip that there was three perfectly devious ice cubes floating maliciously in my Coke. When I told my friend of my plight she responded with the sarcastic comment of “Oh the horror!”, and presented me with another piece of ice.  Another big roadblock in my goal of ice perfection is the dreaded ice machine in my refrigerator door. Whenever I try to use the machine it insists on giving me an odd number. At some point in my life I gave up on trying to use this device and now actually open the wondrous box from which the ice is made to retrieve my frozen cubes of water.  Now if I through a fit because of how much ice a refrigerator gives me an odd number, people must be thinking, “What about if a waiter gives her an odd number or if she gets an amount that cannot be counted or could be but would take an enormous amount of time?” To those questions I say, it does not bother me as much if I am at a restaurant or if I get a truckload of ice in my cup of soda from a drive through. It is only when there are a blatant number of odd cubes in my cube. My limit on the number of cubes I will choose to stop myself from counting is ten. 

When I get this odd occurrence in my drink I feel as though the drink is tainted or if it won’t taste as good or refreshing.  So sometimes I will just live with no ice and drink my beverage cold instead of risking the odd cubes. It has, also, gotten to the point, like I said in the previous paragraph, that I will not use the ice machine because of the unpredictable amount of ice.

One example of a time when I met with a dreadful circumstance of three ice cubes in my water at a party for a combined birthday party for my cousin and me.  I was in my basement with my friends and realized that I had three ice cubes in my drink. So I did what I would usually do in situations like this and ran upstairs to get another cube. I, however, the unfortunate mistake of leaving my drink with my prank-happy friends. When I returned, ice in hand, I found there was now two ice cubes floating in my drink instead of three. It was a deliciously malignant plan that left me stupefied. I now had an odd number even after I went through the trouble of getting another ice cube. Frustrated and utterly annoyed I threw the ice cube into my friends drink and sat down at the table once more. That was the last time I ever left my friends alone with my drink or food for that matter.

                  For me I think this strange pet peeve probably started in one of three, or possibly all of them combined, ways. The first was one summer the ice machine in my freezer stopped working and there was only one ice cube left. Another way is when the size of the cup only allows an odd number to fit and successfully keep a drink cold. The third and final way is way back when ice trays were used and there was only an odd number of ice fully frozen into cubes.

                                                             The only way for me to have this crime against nature stopped it to take it into my own hands. I can make my own drinks when at parties or other gatherings. Also, I could put drinks in the fridge and drink them cold like that. If all else fails and this problem still persists I am quite certain that the most obvious choice and the last choice would be to swear off ice completely and drink my beverages cold. 

                  All in all I would say that my pet peeve isn’t completely normal, but then again I am not normal. Nobody is normal and if we were we wouldn’t be unique. Sure we have to find ways for ourselves to be less annoyed by the little things we don’t like, but if we didn’t do that we wouldn’t know how to deal with a big problem if it was thrown at us. The way I see it, for each small cube of ice, there is a mile long iceberg around the corner. So remember that the next time you see a drink with some ice cubes that just happen to be frozen oddly.