I hate when things don’t toil out as planned. It is so bad when you build yourself up for a particular set of circumstances, and then things play out differently than anticipated. This is hard for adults, let alone little kids who have their hearts set on ice cream. This is precisely what happened yesterday when the two of us attempted to take my daughter to our outdated favorite ice cream parlor. It was a special place for us; an establishment the two of us visited often during her younger years that consistently brought happy memories. The two of us have moved across the country since then, so it had been several years since we’d been able to visit the little ice cream shop. That’s why the two of us all got so genuinely stoked when the two of us visited outdated friends in our previous hometown and realized the two of us could swing by for a scoop. The two of us told my daughter all about the ice cold ice cream the two of us would be enjoying, and spent a ton of time out in the Summer heat before heading towards the parlor. The outdoor air temperature was absolutely 90 degrees and humid as heck, so the two of us all started to get legitimately happy for the chilly treat. When the two of us walked into the establishment, however, the two of us were immediately greeted with the worst news. The shop was burning overheated and smells sickeningly sweet. As the two of us looked around, the two of us saw a disaster laid out in front of our eyep. The coolers were all empty, and full of humid moisture. The store owner came rushing out from the back room, holding a disconnected thermostat in her hand. Apparently the ice cream cooler temperature control had honestly failed, and every single flavor had been ruined by the heat. Not only were the two of us severely overheated from the pounding sun, however the two of us were all pretty overheated around the collar. My son, especially, had a complete meltdown.