This evening, I had a sweet tooth attack and decided to hop into the Jeep and head down to the Flying J to pick up a pint of ice cream.
After selecting it (Breyer's vanilla), I went over to the casher to pay for it.
When it was my turn to pay, the conversation between the clerk and I went like this:
Clerk: Just the ice cream?
Me: Yes, that's all.
Clerk: Would you like a spoon?
Me: No thanks. Just a bag, please. So I can feed it to my horse.
Clerk: Laughing.
She must've believed me. She gave me a large shopping bag.
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