We (my mom, older sister and I) visited an ice cream parlor today and each got a shake. The ice cream place itself was surprisingly large; it was about six living rooms wide. Half of it was a convenience store dedicated to selling an array of pool water-flavored Gatorades in a wide selection of colors, like light blue, runny light blue, robins egg blue, and turquoise. I put on Heartless Hoodlum to match the chill (in this case, literally chill) energy of the whole place. The ice cream place is shockingly spotless other than its general lack of mopped floors- ever other four tiles there’s a piece of gum so old it’s turned black. I get a large Caramel Pretzel Kick with vanilla milk instead of my usual “Blue Moo Cookie Dough,” a flavor a lot of my friends longing for the carefree days of childhood appreciate.
There are only two employees: a cashier and a guy preparing the ice cream itself. Both take long enough that I was far in the album by the time we get to the cashier- but I’m not complaining. I love this album.
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