So I was at work today, on an unsually nice day and got a call. This guy was asking our ice cream flavors and mentioned that his girlfriend loves eating at our shop. Then asked if we could write his girlfriend's name on our flavor board. I told him yeah, but I was just thinking how lame of an idea that was.
First dumb question of the day. I'm standing behind the counter with a counter behind me stocked with cups and three different types of cones. This lady walks up to the counter and asks, "Do you guys serve ice cream cones?"
I should also mention that we are an ice cream parlor. I mean, come on, seriously! Let's think before we talk.
I'm off tonight and I think we're going bowling. And on a completely fucking awesome note, I just purchased-finally-my Motley Crue tickets. Super stoked. I knew it wasn't going to sell out, but I freak out and worry about these things all the time. Not bad seats, either. We're on the lower bowl in the eighth row on stage right. On any live performance I've seen of the Crue, Nikki's been on that side.
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