Ice Machine Hogs
I stayed in a hotel over the weekend, and my room was across from the ice machine. I was trying to work, and at one point the noise of ice hitting that little plastic bucket went on and on and on. I knew what it was: someone was filling their cooler before they left the hotel, too lazy or cheap to stop at a gas station and buy a bag of ice. Later I went to get some ice for myself and--you guessed it, the ice machines on the first, second, and third floors were all empty. And there, my friends, is the sad part of life told in microcosm. If we each thought less about ourselves and more about what others might need in the future, a lot of problems on this planet would disappear.