Somehow my original blog got deleted. It disappeared and boy, am I pissed. How do I recreate the masterpiece of wit that I expressed this morning? Well, here goes.
Ice cream places should be the one destination that should not bring one stress. However, this past weekend it was the lack of my favorite topping that brought me to my knees. After a mediocre dinner, Brian and I decided to go for dessert. I was on the prowl for a hot fudge sundae. We arrived at a local ice cream place where I ordered my delectable treat. My taste buds were on high alert anticipating the party that was about to happen in my mouth. I was not prepared for what happened next. As the goodness slipped through my lips, my nose scrunched up and I was immediately pissed. They were trying to pass chocolate syrup for hot fudge. They had literally microwaved it. WTF or Where’s the fudge? Oh, wait, they don’t have any which would have been delightful to have known prior to ordering.
The next night we tried again. I ordered my treat but was told they don’t have hot fudge. Like a disgruntled toddler, I ate ice cream that I didn’t want in an effort to not make the rest of my family suffer. I am such a giving person.
When we got home I googled “hot fudge shortage” as I was sure this was the work of the orange turd residing in the White House, but sadly, I can’t blame him. Instead, I was alarmed that most people prefer chocolate syrup and it is cheaper to have in stock. Who are these freaks that like chocolate syrup better than hot fudge? Anyway, I will get my hot fudge sundae as I will go to the only ice cream place that will never disappoint me.
The trauma is still front and center. Please pray for me during this difficult time.
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