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On an impulse I went into Denise's for coffee ice cream upon my emergence from the T this evening. (Actually the little kid saying "ICE CWEAM ICE CWEAM" behind me probably had something to do with it.) Denise's was the first Davis Square business I ever gave money to when I first moved here something less than two years ago, and I had not been there since. Just hadn't had the notion to, that's all.
There were five gbtcs, arranged in a line, all facing foward. The leftmost one said, "Hi." I said, "I would like a small coffee cone, please." "NO," she boomed. I moaned, "OHNOOO." Then she got my ice cream for me.
It started to melt belligerently as soon as I stepped outside. Quickly I got coffee ice cream all over my fingers, my hands, my beard, my hair, my shirt, my pants, my shoes, my fellow pedestrians, their dogs and babies, passing bicyclists, two cops, a guitarrist, and this whole crazy mixed-up neighborhood's hopes and dreams.
Fortunately I managed to eat the bulb of it around the time I passed Yee's Village, and everything got easy after that.
There were five gbtcs, arranged in a line, all facing foward. The leftmost one said, "Hi." I said, "I would like a small coffee cone, please." "NO," she boomed. I moaned, "OHNOOO." Then she got my ice cream for me.
It started to melt belligerently as soon as I stepped outside. Quickly I got coffee ice cream all over my fingers, my hands, my beard, my hair, my shirt, my pants, my shoes, my fellow pedestrians, their dogs and babies, passing bicyclists, two cops, a guitarrist, and this whole crazy mixed-up neighborhood's hopes and dreams.
Fortunately I managed to eat the bulb of it around the time I passed Yee's Village, and everything got easy after that.