Scene: Muslim bodega, 11 p.m.
The guy in line in front of me had bought a six-pack of Budweiser, so as I plunked my carton of Vanilla Swiss Almond on the counter, I asked the cashier if he wanted to see i.d.
He smiled in bewilderment. “For ice-a cream?”
I chuckled. He chuckled. He thought it about it for a minute.
“Maybe some day,” he mused, as he gave me my change, bagged my purchase, and sent me on my way.
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That’s the sweetest/saddest story I’ve heard in ages.
i mean to say, “sweet like ice cream. and sad like… ice-a cream?”
Awww, blargh, and also, mmmm. (Vanilla Swiss Almond? Never tried that. Color me epicurious.)
“(Vanilla Swiss Almond? Never tried that. Color me epicurious.)”
ah, it’s SO good. little chocolate-covered “almonds”