Dear Van Leeuwen Brothers truck,
Please don’t park your ice creamy goodness along my favorite route to walk home. See, as I say all the time, math is not my strong point. But if I burn 200 calories walking home from work and then purchase an “artisan organic” cup of mint chip, I am still net about a brazillion calories. Of this I am pretty certain.
I know, the ice cream is technically optional. But we both know that’s not really true. Because you have this trick. Often you’re there. Sometimes you’re not. This is tortuous. Because then I have to act and act now. With Grom, I know it will always be there, waiting to dole out heavenly gelato. But not you, Van L. truck. It may be now or never. When I see you, it’s like serendipity.
Crafty.
And the way the mint tastes like real peppermint and the chocolate isn’t hard chips but rather crushed and blended throughout the scoop… why, I’ll never eat that violent green stuff again.
Maybe you’d better park right in front of my building.
PS, having that skinny hipster chick scooping the ice cream is just cruel.
