Recently, through a night of unfocused sweet tooth cravings, I found myself in line at Cold Stone Creamery.
Being my first visit to the ice cream shop, I didn’t know what to expect. The line curving out the door gave me a feeling I was in for a treat, granted I could endure the lengthy line. Optimistic as always; I noted the warm weather, the alternative rock music playing from unseen speakers, and the smell of freshly baked waffle cones.
The facade of a pleasant line journey was quickly smashed when the girl standing in front of me uttered the phrase, “Then Jerry was like, ‘ I’m totally not gonna go to prom’, he’s so….ehhh…he should totally go, ’cause Alison needs a date…” etc.
My first reaction was to scan the length of the line, looking for anyone like myself; Alone, hungry, and clearly screaming on the inside. What followed wasnt much better than “oh my god! like, totally.”
A person would be hard pressed to find a bigger collection of Trailer trash, Preppy people (aka future trailer trash), and fat kids begging their parents for the stupidly ridiculously large size as opposed to just the stupidly large size.
Some time in the distant future, I reached the end of the line. Deeply annoyed and still brooding, I told the clerk that I wanted a “medium cup of chocolate.” The clerk shot me a quizzical look and pointed at a sign/diagram detailing the relative size of the cups and the cute names attached to them by the corporate office. “Medium” I said again. Still the worker refused to move.
So here I was, in a stare down with a person who’s sole job, at the moment, was to scoop chocolate ice cream into a cup that was somewhere between the smallest and largest cups. No one willing to make a move.
With my hand firmly attached to my face, I pointed at the picture of the size I wanted.
The ice cream itself was sub-par. I don’t care if they can mix in things to the ice cream; it won’t make shit ice cream , not shit.
I am unable to comment on the dining area, as I would not put up with the Cold Stone patrons anymore. I ate at home.
I give Cold Stone Creamery a
1 out of 5
P.S.
Support your local creamery, and stick it to the Cold Stone Man.
