Wait until femanom (and some people in this thread) hear about the drip tray under their own fridge
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Professional chefs are far worse.
You would think they would be infinitely better than this.
They can afford to pay someone to clean up their messes
- me, an icecube
- finally, it's my day to shine
- someone finally takes me out of the fridge
- clumsy mofo drops me, I'm spiraling downwards into the deep unkown
- when i think it can't be worse, i got kicked back into the darkness i came from
- fml
- 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
My brother-in-law did this at my house the other day! My jaw almost hit the floor watching him try to kick that shit under the fridge. He did it in front of his son too. They didn't seee behind them, so I bent over and picked up the cubes and told them we don't do that in this house. I told my wife and she told her sister, they were both surprised. I had no idea people did this. Just pick them up and toss them in the sink.
Rinse the ice and then keep using it. It's literally pristine again.
Something tells me we can trust this user on their knowledge of ice and its limits.
Between the 5 second rule and rinsing, the ice is probably cleaner than it was from the tray.
Imagine kicking them under the fridge instead of just leaving them where they lie.
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.
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.
wikipedia.org/wiki/mould
It’ll evaporate in less than 24 hours. Not enough time for mould to develop. If I drop ice cube, I allow my cat to play with it without cleaning it up.
[citation needed]
wikipedia.org/wiki/evaporation
All water evaporates within 24 hours. That's why moisture isn't an issue.
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?
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.