Last night, I washed a ton of dishes and made a delicious dinner. Jed went kayaking with a friend, and overall, it was a great night! All day I had been craving a sweet treat and so I begged Jed to take me out for ice cream. Finally, at 10pm I convinced him too (this is like a daily occurrence. the begging, not the receiving).
So, while we were driving, I was debating. Malt Shoppe, or Sonic. I knew if I went to the Malt Shoppe I would get a rootbeer float, and I wanted something frozen, and I don't like the Malt Shoppe's Malts or shakes. So I chose Sonic. I finally decided on my old favorite. A Strawberry Limeade creamslush/flurry/freezer thing (they change the name like every second). Large.
So next thing I know, this little boy has skated out to us and handed Jed a drink that is OBVIOUSLY not frozen. It is all jiggly.. ya know? Like Water? He mumbles something about the ice cream machine not working, and I'm like... why didn't you tell is this when we ordered. He answered by saying "It JUST happened.".... like you couldn't even tell me.
and at that moment I was furious. FURIOUS people... what is my problem? I was so mad that this chance to have something was RUINED, and it's hard enough convincing Jed to take me out for a sweet treat (if it weren't for him, i would be even fatter than I am).
It kind of ruined my night. I just put it in the freezer and stayed up until midnight just so I could eat it frozen.
Am I a freak?
(p.s. this is not the first time I have gone to Sonic when their ice cream machine is broken. I vow never to go again)