Ice Cream, You scream, we all scream..
With my recent medical woes, I have been trying to keep my fat intake low, and finding it not as hard as I thought it might be. However I am genetically predisposed to require ice cream at regular intervals (I have proof on both parental lines to back me up) . So I am out on one of my many walks around Coos Bay, and I spy a Dairy Queen. It has been months since I had any ice cream; okay, days, so I figure I am due and I notice a big poster for a Waffle Sundae, and that sounds just about right.
I get to the cashier and proudly announce I want a Waffle Sundae. I had thought this would be a normal social interaction where one declares need and monetary compensation, and the other supplies service or product in exchange.
“What kind?” I am asked.
Realizing how unprepared I was, I took a chance on “…. Chocolate?”
“Chocolate what?”
“umm .. I don’t know” I admit
Gesturing toward the poster that started the problem, the cashier pointed out as if to a young child “You see there are different kinds”
“Right, so what are my choices?” I feel this will get the exchange back on an even keel.
However the cashier was crafty indeed “You can have anything you want”
“Okay, I just want a sundae ….in a waffle cone …with chocolate” I thought I was being very succinct, and clear, and I added “with oreo cookie crumbs” just to add to the argument that I knew what I was about.
“Yes but what kind?” ….
I left a few minutes later with a simple vanilla cone.. It just seemed easier; and in the end, ice cream is ice cream.
June 2, 2010 at 7:10 am
Ok, So i’m finally seeing there is some posts on your blog, however, I see nothing about the Islander???
What is up with That?