Bagged Ice

Another unbearable, sweltering summer day. I pour a soft drink into my glass and open the freezer door for more ice, only to find there isn’t any. Oh great! It looks like my poor ice maker has stopped working. It couldn’t happen at a worse time.

I remember reading a post earlier on the local online community webpage that said Walmart has lots of ice today. Good. I need to get some ice before I croak.

I drive the short trip to the store, walk through the entrance and head for the large freezer that says “Bagged Ice.” I open the door, but it’s empty. What? I thought they said there was lots of ice today. Sold out already? Well, I guess it could be, it’s a really hot day.

I turn around and see two men wearing crisp blue uniforms staring at me. “Javier Ruiz?” one man asks. “Yes,” I say. “Can I help you?”

“We’re with U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement,” he says. “You’re under arrest. Your visa has been revoked and you will be deported immediately.”

Oh no! There is ICE here today. The wrong kind of ice!