silly americans

Yesterday we wanted helado, so we went into a store we had never been in before. There were at least 30 different flavors and only half of them were labeled, so being our obnoxious selves, we decided we had to try ALL of them to figure out what they were. We avoided the ones that had old, withered looking marachino cherries in them. At first the guy behind the counter (sporting an amazing jheri curl mullet) humored us, and eventually he took it upon himself to select the flavors which we should try next, deriving great entertainment from our reactions.

Not to be left out, his coworker wanted to introduce us to a curious pale yellow ice cream that was mostly untouched in the front of the store. When we asked what flavor it was, the man refused to tell us and just handed us a sample. Jheri-Curl tried to warn us with exaggerated gesticulation. Leah tried it first, made a horrible face and said, "EWWW." Kelly was intrigued, since this was the first ice cream Leah had ever tried and not likee. Kelly tasted it and immediately wanted to spit it out. It was wine flavored ice cream. Not a good expensive wine flavor, but a boxed, 6 days old, severe hangover the next day, franzia type of flavor. Then Kelly finished it when no one was looking so it wouldn't drip on her and tried not to throw up.

All the men behind the counter were laughing at us, which was especially strange because their uniforms consisted of ridiculous red bowties and white shirts with pink lettering all over them, so who were they to laugh at us?! Anyways, we gave our order to the guy, and once he got our cones he added one of the disgusting marichino cherries to the top of each one, as an extra little treat. It would have been rude to ignore this gesture, so as he watched we both ate the cherries. Let's just say the rest of the ice cream was glorious in comparison.