The Rise and Fall of Ice Ball #1 π§
Let me set the scene.
It was a warm night π. I had a Big Gulp cup in hand π₯€, and I was ready to elevate my beverage game. Not with boring cubes. No, no — I went full “As Seen on TV” and busted out the fancy mold. I was about to become one of those people. You know, the ones who sip with a single, slow-melting ice sphere like they’re in a penthouse lounge π₯Ά✨, silently judging your drink choice.
The mold? I popped that thing in the freezer like it was about to become the star of my hydration journey. Hours later — boom π₯ — a beautiful, clear(ish) ice ball. I was proud. I felt sophisticated. I felt powerful.
I dropped it into my cup, poured in some warm Dr Pepper (mistake #1 π¨), and prepared for greatness.
And then…
It melted.
Like, instantly.
I blinked — it was gone.
I got one lick.
ONE.
Lick.
My entire frozen legacy reduced to a sad puddle in less than a TikTok ⏱️π₯².
Apparently, warm soda is like lava to ice balls ππ§.
And those infomercial molds? Lies. Beautiful, cold-hearted lies.
I didn’t get the classy experience. I got betrayal in a cup.
A very fizzy, caramel-colored cup ππ₯€.
Rest in peace, Ice Ball #1.
Gone too soon.
You deserved better.
We both did.
Until next time — awkwardly yours,
Me.

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