We all had a good time

I hate when things don’t task 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 difficult for adults, let alone little youngsters who have their hearts set on ice cream. This is precisely what happened yesterday when the two of us attempted to take our kid to our old favorite ice cream parlor. It was a special venue for us; an establishment the two of us visited often while in his younger years that always brought delighted memories. Both of us have moved across the country since then, so it had been many years since we’d been able to visit the little ice cream shop. That’s why the two of us all got so particularly stoked when the two of us visited old friends in our previous hometown and realized the two of us could swing by for a scoop. Both of us told our kid all about the ice frigid ice cream the two of us would be enjoying, and spent a ton of time out in the summertime 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 particularly happy for the frigid treat. When the two of us walked into the establishment, however, the two of us were instantly greeted with the worst news. The shop was burning tepid and smelled sickeningly sweet. As the two of us looked around, the two of us saw a disaster laid out in front of our face. The coolers were all empty, and full of humid moisture. The store owner came rushing out from the back room, holding a disconnected temperature control in his hand. Apparently the ice cream cooler temperature control had entirely 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 tepid around the collar. My son, especially, had a complete meltdown.

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