I noticed it yesterday, was a little tired and decided to tackle it today. I adjusted the temperature and lifted the ice maker arm in the meantime. Where did it come from? I started taking out the meat and vegetables. All the way in the back was an empty bottle.
I was suddenly compelled to taste a piece of the mounds of frozen slush that had accumulated all of a sudden. I plucked off one of the three long icicles that hung from the door shelf. It was slightly sweet. Citrus-y even. Yeah. I considered it, but didn't think it would be right or mature to stand at the freezer with a spoon.
Well, the good news is that the frost-free refrigerator that I wasn't at all happy about having to defrost, is in fact frost-free, and NOT in need of costly repair or replacement. The bad news is that plastics are definitely not as sturdy as they used to be. They're brittle, thin, and awfully noisy when you try to collapse them. Though the bottom of the bottle is completely cracked and could be used as a weapon, the cap and seal are still intact.
The bottle apparently burst, sending it sailing off of the shelf and shooting Sprite zero all over the freezer. Then, overnight, it slowly created a winter wonderland all over the freezer walls. I really wanted that Sprite-zero.
I probably needed water anyway.
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