Do you remember the days when the ice trays in the fridge were metal, and had a lever on them that you had to pull on to free the cubes?
Do you remember that they would be covered in a thick layer of frost that had been building up in frosty layers for days?
Do you remember that when you reached into the freezer to retrieve one that it drew your fingers to it like a magnet and your hand would become attached to it as if though by magic?
Do you remember the quick intake of breath, then walking to the sink with the damn thing hanging from your fingers and turning on the hot water to attempt a release?
Do you remember that you just remembered that it’s not very smart to put hot water on a frosty ice tray when your fingers are stuck to it?
Do you remember that when the ice tray finally falls free that it takes your previous finger-prints with it?
Do you remember yourself blowing on your fingers to warm them up, then sticking your frosty finger-tips under the still running, much hotter water now, and realizing that you are as stupid as some people say?
Do you remember that when you reach down and attempt to pry the frosty lever from the tray that the hot water has frozen again on the tray, this time at a much denser molecular composition?
Do you remember repeating all the previous steps?
Do you remember that the sunza bitching lever never ever works?
Do you remember beating the tray on the edge of the sink for 5 minutes and only getting 3 frosty cubes free?
Do you remember saying “The hell with it” and pouring a cup of coffee?
Do you remember that when you go back to the sink a half an hour later, that the tray has MORE damn frost on it now and is smoking?
Do you remember having an epiphany and picking up the tray with a pot-holder and putting it back in the freezer minus the 3 frosty cubes that are frozen to the bottom of the sink?
Do you remember your mother asking you where all of her damn pot-holders are?