The Psychology of Inanimate Things
Ice Ice baby
Our ice machine is on the fritz. It’s been on the fritz for at least a year. I know, I know, “first world problems”. It’s true. But ice is critical to my hydration. If the water isn’t cold, I don’t drink it. So an ice machine, a life goal ripened into expectation, is, somehow, important to me.
Now I try to stay on top of stuck ice cube removal, but this week it seemed to get a cube stuck after every batch of ice. So I bought some ice at the store and stuck it in the freezer where the ice machine had to stare at it.
All of a sudden, the ice machine was able to go through an entire evening's ice making without a single stuck ice cube! It felt the threat of that store bought ice and knew it had better try just a little bit harder. This is the psychology of these inanimate things.