Daniel asks me if he can have a York mint if he can find one. Before I have time to answer him, he bounds over to the refrigerator, with his spirit of boyish glee and puts his hand directly on the ice dispenser handle. Everyone knows even though the dispenser boasts about itself by making a lot of noise, it surely has no idea how it embarrasses itself, because it doesn't produce any ice.
"Rumble, rumble, crunch crunch," the refrigerator groaned; suddenly out popped a York mint right into Daniel's little hand. "Nope, Dan, sorry," I said. "You have to eat lunch first."
Isn't this the life? Ice dispensers are now dispensing mints, I guess that's is almost like taking a milk bath. Rich, ehh?
The only problem I see with this is, how are mint ice cubes going to taste in your orange juice?
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