A story about ice cream
Two pre-story notes: 1) This is copied from my Facebook feed. Yet, it’s dumb enough that I felt I had to include it here as well. 2) Ice cream is spelled as two words, not one. That’s something I learned today. Without spell check we’d all be pooar communicators.
I had a craving for ice cream today, so I grabbed $20 and headed to the nearest ice cream shop. At least according to Google, who’s to say if that was truly the closest one. Probably was. I mean, what’s the value in influencing behavior for profit, right.
When I got to the front of the line they told me that for safety reasons they weren’t accepting cash. Financially I feel it’s only safe to pay in cash. If I always paid by card I’d overspend every time. I see where they’re coming from though; I ran the numbers and human life is worth more than ice cream.
The craving was still there, so I made the long 15-minute trek back to my apartment. Upon arriving I realized the $20 had fallen out of my pocket. NO!!! Some grawlixes (those symbols that replace curse words). I figured that maybe on the trip back I might find the $20, but wasn’t too optimistic. Wallingford has a lot of foot travel, so it wasn’t likely. I grabbed my credit card and made the long 15-minute trek back to the ice cream store. By the 14th minute, all hope had been lost and my accounting brain had written off the $20 as a sunk cost.
But then, (insert hallelujah music) I saw the bill. A crisp Jackson-side-up piece of cash lying in the middle of the sidewalk. The crisp, Jackson-side-up parts weren’t true actually, but they were true in a dramatic sense. Shockingly no one had found it.
Without breaking stride, I snapped up the $20 and entered the ice cream shop. Since I had considered losing the $20 as a sunk cost, I had just earned $20! To celebrate I decided to splurge. Two scoops of premium unleaded cookie dough with toppings in a waffle cone. The total cost was $10, which is entirely unreasonable for ice cream, but I was paying by card this time so it’s not like I was spending real money.
My first bite was disappointing. It didn’t taste like real cookie dough. I like my cookie dough to be raw. Really raw. Like, I want there to be a risk of me getting salmonella, but this ice cream made me feel safe. Not what I want in an ice cream.
Molly Moon’s - 2 out of 5 stars
