A day at the ice cream parlor.

As I went into a local dairy queen today (actually it’s not very local, it’s about 15 driving minutes away), I saw on one of them little stand up signs advertising something called cake on a stick. I figured why couldn’t they actually come up with a good name for it? Like a 3D Dilly bar? Or cake pop? But nooooooooo they called it cake on a stick, the most unoriginal name ever. So what do I do? I bought one naturally, what doesn’t taste better on a stick? When I received this supposed “cake on a stick” I was gravely disappointed, not only was I about twice the price of a Dilly bar, but it was about half the size too. This was an outrage; there was a seriously low ice cream to money ratio here. Not only that but after a few minutes the ice cream melted enough that the whole cake on a stick fell off, I ate it anyway but it’s just not the same when it’s not on a stick. But anyway, that was just one of my many adventures to come. Stay tuned for “Living the Wal-mart life” but that’s only if I get the job.
-Matt