Breaking glass in ice

Today I broke glass in the ice well. I had to drain it and refill it. “I could have went to school,” I said to my coworker. “There are lots of schools in Ottawa. There’s Carleton, Ottawa U,” I went on.

It reminded me of a time I was standing at the back of the restaurant with my kitchen manager while all hell was breaking loose: children jumping up and down on creamers, people hailing their waitress down. “I chose this,” he said.

Just like today. This is what I chose.