Ice Cube Life

Sometimes life seems like an ice cube tray. There's cubes that you try to select. You work on that tray, twisting it ever so slightly, to dislodge what you think is the perfect cube for your drink. But a lot of the time, another cube becomes dislodged first. You think, "I didn't want that one, it's too big or too small for my drink," but there's no stopping it. You are getting that unwanted cube, no more questions asked.
Sometimes if you get particularly frustrated, you twist the tray too much. All the cubes (except for those really stubborn ones) come falling out, sometimes all over the floor and/or counter top. Now you have no choice but to pick up the now contaminated pieces and hope you have another tray waiting in the freezer. You'd better wipe up the floor so as not to slip on the gradually melting ice.
There are rare occasions that the ice cube search goes according to plan: you get that one ice cube you desire, without any others falling out. Perhaps the cube wasn't as perfect as you'd thought. Maybe it is. But the constant is that the ice cubes are always unpredictable, and each time you open the freezer door, you are bracing yourself for another adventure to get a block of ice into your preferred beverage.