So, since I am working at a campground for the summer, I naturally get to meet lots of people. And they all have a name. There is the candy man, the frito-lay man, the water-man, the wood man, the pepsi man and (worst of them all)… the ice man.
He came in. This is the dialogue between us.
Me: "Hey there. You are here to fill the ice-container?"
Ice-guy: "Uh huh."
Me: "Awesome, looks like we just need the one filled for today."
Ice-guy: *sighs* and forrows his brow. "Just one!"
Me: "Yes, please! Those are my instructions."
Ice-guy: "I usually do more than that."
Me: "We just want the one for today."
Ice-guy: *sighs* "Fine. Why haven't you guys put the handle on the ice door! I gave you one about a year ago to put on."
Ice-guy: *shakes head* "I don't get it."
Wow. And that is the ice guy. He must have a hard life.