It was one of those little plastic cups with a wooden spoon, the kind you don’t even think about. The kind that melts too fast. But it's June and the heat has kind of attached itself to everything, the sidewalks, your arms, the back of your neck. The store I got it from is small and oldish.

I chose this flavor which till todya I've not bothered ask which one, I just say, please give me the usual alright. The cup gets very cold in my hand, colder than anything I had come across in the day but always worth it. I was out on the edge of the parking lot, not even on a bench, just a low wall. The wooden spoon did bend to almost break slightly when I dug but still retained the handle so we're good and I straightened it out in no time.

A cup of ice cream like this doesn't last long in my hands at all. 1, 2, 3 to the 5 scoop and I'm done. I ain't got time to romanticize it when I'm kind of addicted 🤣