Hot Dog and Ice Cream

Whatever happened to “the customer is always right”?  Here’s a good one for you.  While taking a ride during this beautiful holiday weekend, I decided I was hungry for some ice cream.  I thought Sam’s Drive In located in Byron would be a perfect spot to satisfy this desire so I mentioned this to my husband.  He in turn responded with, “Do you want a hot dog?”  While pondering this question he got a little huffy because there was no answer.  What he doesn’t know is that I was really thinking, “What part of ice cream do you get ‘hot dog’ out of?”  To which he would have been more than “huffy” if I would have answered that out loud and which is why I didn’t respond.  Anyway, being the kind, pleasing husband he is we continued on our drive to Byron figuring I could have either ice cream or a hot dog or perhaps even both.

We arrived at Sam’s to find a perfect spot in the shade with the speaker on my husband’s side (a win-win for me).  He quickly decided on a root beer float and I looked over the ice cream list.  Yummy.  It all looked so good.  So he pressed the button and ordered, very distinctly, “One root beer float and one small waffle cone with CHOCOLATE CHIP MINT ice cream.”  The speaker read back the order and gave the amount we would owe.  I could hardly wait.

Then IT happened.  The car hop appeared with the root beer float and waffle cone.  The waffle cone was topped with a very, very, pale green cream.  I handed the root beer float over but didn’t take the cone.  I calmly stated, “I ordered CHOCOLATE CHIP MINT.”  To which she looked at me like I was the nutcase and said, “It is.”  Oh my.  I didn’t want to argue…. yet.   I remained calm because 1.  I had sunglasses on and no spectacles and 2.  It was 90 degrees and the pale green cream was beginning to melt.  We paid and she hopped back inside.  I took my first taste, using a spoon because of the speediness required to eat this thing and quickly realized it was crème de menthe with NO chocolate.  How could she do this to me?  I fished around with the spoon, without the sunglasses on, and still…. NO Chocolate!  “Call her back!” I said. 

Kind, pleasing husband pressed the button and reported, “She ordered CHOCOLATE CHIP MINT and she got crème de menthe.”  Once again the perky little voice in the speaker simply stated, “It is Chocolate Chip Mint.”  Husband quickly backed out before I did something I regretted.  The story doesn’t end here. 

As we women know, a craving is a craving and any ice cream will do if need be, however, there is no excuse for no chocolate.  But I ate it.  And while eating it, driving, and still using the spoon, I’m not sure if it was because we turned left or the wind shifted but in one swift move my dear, sweet, husband was wearing this pale green cream on the side of his face and down his right shoulder saying, “Could you please wipe this off of me?”  I really love him….  But I should’ve gotten a hot dog.