
I hated ice delivery. Basil, the owner, made me take the old ice out and put the new ice in at the bottom. “Rotate it. It’ll stink if you don’t.” Who smelled ice? Bags were stuck together and broke open when I pulled them out. I’d have to mop up. It was cold. I just wanted to be a cash register boy.
Are you in NH. Stinking ice sucks by the way? Makes your bourbon taste like old feet.
Comment by al — November 26, 2007 @ 6:45 am