Ice Cubes

So this week I went to a grocery store that I don't normally go to. I went in search of one thing: ice cube trays.

It all started two weeks ago when - cue Hallelujah chorus - our old and incredibly small refrigerator got replaced by a much larger and newer one. The only issue was that the exchange happened while my roommates and I were at school. The school maintenance team was going to take care of it for us. The switch was supposed to happen in the morning, so all of our food came out of the old fridge and got placed on the counter. The new fridge didn't actually come until very late in the afternoon, which meant all the food was sitting out in 90+ weather all day. Then, after the new fridge was settled in and looking lovely with the food replaced inside, the power went out for the rest of the night. We threw away most of our food. In the process, we realized the ice cube trays had - poof ! - disappeared. Given my slight iced tea addiction, ice cube trays are a must in my apartment. Drama quickly ensued. 

The next day we went to the store to replace our spoiled food and to buy more ice cube trays. The store didn't have any trays, so we took an excursion across town to the bigger and better grocery store. 

You know how sometimes grocery stores have a little section where they sell sports t-shirts? Well, they had that at this grocery store, but a much bigger section. They also had pants and skirts. It felt odd. It wasn't like a Super Target where there is a clearly defined food section and then on the other side of the store a clothes section. It was just a grocery store that had a lot of clothes in it. Anyway, although I found it odd, I decided to browse, and found some jeans I really liked. About two seconds later I realized I could never get them because this was a grocery store, and grocery stores do not have dressing rooms. WRONG! Indeed, there was a dressing room. I stood in line next to the meat section to try on my jeans. After I got in the incredibly small stall, I discovered I could almost see over the very small door, and anyone trying to decide what type of hotdogs or ham to buy could surely see most of my legs. It suddenly turned into a very awkward experience. The jeans didn't even fit, so it was a wasted awkward moment. However, before leaving, we did buy four wonderful new ice cube trays. 

Lessons learned:

Do not lose ice cube trays

Do not try on clothes at the grocery store

My glorious ice tea that I am drinking as I type this. Notice the beautiful ice cubes.