We went to our local ice cream joint not too long ago. It's awesome. I used to be a die-hard Dairy Queen fan. Like, NOTHING could beat DQ. Until I found this place. We've lived here for nine years, and every summer we go there at least 4 times a week. Wow, that makes us sound like pigs or something. ;)
Anyway, I went over with my sister, and the owner was there. She recognizes us (I'd hope so after 9 years), and we were chatting. I've been trying to get a job there for three summers now, but she rehires everyone she had last summer, so it's almost impossible to get in. :( Anyways.
I ordered some chocolate soft serve to bring back for my mom. Unfortunately, not because I'm so awesome that I thought of her. I mean, I did... but she asked me to bring some back. But just because she likes us, the owner gave me a large instead of a regular, and only charged me for the regular. I love that. Makes me feel like she really cares.
Now I want some ice cream. I may have to run out and get some. :)
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