My roommate Derpy is ridiculously clumsy.  Poor thing.  She trips, stumbles, and breaks things all the time.  And, bless her heart, she's terrible at cleaning up.  I suppose it's not her fault.  It was probably that fall when she was a filly.  Nopony could have fixed her eyes.  

"Don't worry!" She shouted down the hall towards my room. I had heard the crash in the kitchen and was getting up to investigate.

"What happened?" I hollered back.

Apparently she'd broken a glass on the shelf.

"I'm cleaning it up!" She announced.  I didn't even give it a second thought and went back to my show.  When it was on commercial, I got up to get a drink.  I grabbed my favorite glass, a blue tinted mason jar, out of the cabinet and poured myself a large glass of sweet tea.

I don't know why everypony I know hates this stuff.  They don't know what they're missing!  I thought to myself, swallowing another chunk of ice.  As I crunched it between my teeth, a terrible realization struck me.

I didn't get any ice.