Ice Cream Run To The Flying J

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.