Bagged Ice

Another unbearable, sweltering summer day. I pour myself a soft drink and open the freezer for more ice. Empty. Great. My ice maker has stopped working. 

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 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? Makes sense, I guess, it really is a hot day.

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

The older man reaches into a pocket and produces a badge. 

“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 Your visa has been revoked, and you will be deported immediately.”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!