Cone

“What do you want?”

“Cone”

“Just a cone?”

“Yup.”

“Not a Screwball? Not an Oyster? Not a Magnum? A Calippo?”

“Nope. Just a cone.”

“They got Rocket Lolly. Or how about a Feast? Or a Sherbet Fizz?”

“Just a cone.”

“Not a FAB? Or a Cornetto? Or a Twister? Ooh, they even have Soleros!”

“A 99 Cone. That’s all I want. My first ice cream of the Summer has to be a cone. That’s the signal. That tells me it is truly summer. There is plenty of time for other ice creams, but a cone is the quintessential summer treat. It has to be a cone.”

“All right, all right. Didn’t realize I was gonna get your life philosophy with your order. Sheesh. One cone, coming up.”

“…”

“You want a Flake with that?”

“Uh, Yeah. Of course.”

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