You may recall that the last time The Pony came out for a BBQ, there was a mystery with FRIG II's icemaker working overtime. Or so it seemed. Until I discovered that it was merely the large slab of compressed cubes displaced by the spiral thingy, which had lifted up all the loose cubes. The Pony admitted to using the door lever to get ice, and causing the confusion.
Well. On Monday, The Pony was here again for a sausage-grilling, and also acting as drink-master. As he was packing up leftovers and getting ready to leave, The Pony said,
"Oh, Mom. You'll be proud of me for using my HANDS to get out the ice this time. So there won't be a slab taking up room."
Oh, sweet Pony. So proud of making that special effort to please me.
Later that night, I went to FRIG II's freezer to get ice for my metal water bottle. Huh. There was a pile of cubes holding up that little lever. You know, the lever designed to sense such a thing, and not keep pumping out ice cubes to overfill the bin. Sometimes I have to whack such a pile, and spread the cubes out flat, to allow more to be made. I reached for the butter knife I keep on the cutting block for just that purpose. IT WAS GONE!
The Pony had used my ice-whacking knife to spread butter on his Sister Schubert's Rolls when getting them ready to put in the oven.
Dang it! I had to reach into the bin and move that pile of ice cubes with my hand. That's hurty. Ice is sharp, and does not take kindly to being pried apart by soft flesh. A good metal whacking is what's needed. But I was not going to take extra steps over to the silverware drawer for a knife.
I have not yet informed The Pony of this icy faux pas. It's coming. Just not today. It's The Pony's busy day, and tonight is a solid 3-hour block of the Survivor premier, and then Big Brother. Tomorrow on errand day, there will be time enough to relay this info to The Pony.
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