Standing by ice trays, I notice the guy next to me is buying a new fangled one. He’s flipping the package over and back again. Inspecting. Deciding. I see the confusion.
“You using that for scotch?” I ask
“The sphere ice is better.”
“There’s a sphere ice?”
“Yeah man. I’d say you’d need these for bourbon or whisky. Although, really and truly, who needs frozen water with the greatest drink on the planet?”
He stares at me.
“Or yknow, you could just buy your square ice thing there.”