Ice, Ice, Baby!

Ice.

Apparently it’s in short supply.  Seriously.  An endangered species.

I will admit.  I am a tad bit OCD.  Ok, a LOT OCD.  But that’s beside the point.  Kinda.

I love ice.  LOTS of it.  I truly, physically, cannot drink a coke without LOTS of ice.  It just tastes better ICE cold.  In my perfect world, I would pour an ICE cold drink into a cup overflowing with tightly packed ICE.  But, then I realized that might be a tiny bit overboard to even attempt that order. I may be OCD, but people would look at me as if I were totally insane if I drove into the drive-thru and asked for an ICE cold Diet DP with extra extra ICE, please.  And why bother?  I have to fight tooth and nail as it is just to get a half a cup of ice with my super-size, 99 oz drink.  Ok, it’s not 99 oz.  But you get the picture.

I don’t try to be difficult.  In fact, I’m always extra nice.  I always say please and thank you….even when the person really needs a swift kick in the bee-hind instead of thanks.  So why, oh why, is it so hard to get that one, all important request?  It’s just ICE!!!

Tonight, I ordered as usual….. a Diet DP with lots of extra ice, please. I became so excited when the screen on the drive-thru actually said Xtra ICE.  I just knew this was the day.  I would actually GET my wish. Piles of icy lusciousness were awaiting me!

I was so excited, felt so lucky, I even thought of stopping off and grabbing a lotto ticket.  After all, this was my lucky day.  First, ICE.  Next, millions!!  Wooooohooooo!!!!!!  As I waited (for almost 20 minutes) in line waiting for that heavenly ICE-filled drink, I began to dream of the first things I would do with my millions.  Of course, I would buy a HUGE ICE machine for the house…..the NEW house.  The DREAM house.  I began to recall all the images I saved on Pinterest of my ‘Just a Dream’ house.  I was gonna have it all…….even a slide next to the staircase for the kids.

Life was good.  I turned up the radio.  Sang at the top of my lungs.  Who cared that others could hear me?   This was MY lucky day.  In fact, I might get picked up by a stranger who just happened to own a recording studio and make another million on that!!  After all, what could possibly go wrong?  The ICE gods had smiled on me and I was a happy girl.

Finally, my turn came.  My heart swelled in anticipation.  I was going to savor this drink.  Although I order the same thing the same way all the time, I rarely get my wish.  I usually have to ask for an extra cup of ice.  I have even been told I would have to pay for the extra cup of ice.  Like I said.  It’s an endangered species.

I rolled down my window, grinning from ear-to-ear.  The gal in the window reaches out to hand me my drink.  I’m not sure, but I’m afraid I might have even been drooling.  I didn’t have time to check.  I did find a suspect wet spot on my blouse after it was all over and my chin had a suspicious rash.  Probably from the constant drool coupled with the occasional lip smacking.

As the cup entered my hand, my world began to crash in on me.  The ICE gods had changed their mind.  I gave the drink a slight shake.  I guess it might have all of 15 pieces of ICE in a cup the size of a BIG GULP.  My face fell, my heart fell.  I should have known it was too good to be true.  succumbing to defeat, I asked, “May I please have an extra cup of ice?”

That’s when it happened.  I had a cashier with a brain.  She said, “Ooops, did I forgot to give you extra ICE?  Let me have your cup and I will add ICE AND give you an extra cup of ICE.”

ICE, ICE, Baby!!

I can’t prove it, but I am certain the car behind me was carrying the New York  Symphony Orchestra & Choir, because suddenly there was singing….

Haaaaaaalleeeeelujaaaah!  Haaaaaalleeelujaaaah!!

My eyes welled up with tears.  Finally, someone had heard my plea.  After years of begging for extra ICE,  I actually was given what I ordered.  Extra ICE.  Without pulling up and re-fixing my drink myself by adding ice from the second cup, spilling it all over me, and wanting to curse.  My life was good.  No, my life was GREAT.  And all it took was a little extra ice.

And my husband says I’m high maintenance?!  Ppssshhh!!