What's your flava?
WHO: Ernie-kins, open to everyone.
WHEN: September 8th, Tuesday afternoon.
WHERE: Trinidad Ice Cream Shop
WHAT: Ice cream. 'Nuff said.
Grunting, Ernesto eyed the four three gallon tubs of ice cream in his hands warily as he carefully, albeit somewhat blindly, made his way toward the ice cream display case near the front of the store. They were heavy, but not heavy enough to keep him from carrying the ice cream from the freezer in the back to one of the display cases in the front in one short trip.
Feeling his left leg bump lightly against what felt like the back of a counter, Ernesto stopped, knees bending slightly as he cautiously placed the tubs of ice cream on top of the dark counter top. Absently wiping away the sweat that formed on his brow, the Cuban man grinned widely before plopping the top container of chocolate ice cream into his hands. He needed to quickly replace the now empty containers in the display case before any new customers came in.
Tub of ice cream in hand, he quickly inspected the large and expansive display cases to make sure whether or not he'd have to make another trip to the back later on. Noticing that the cold, metal containers of gelato and other ice creams were still full, Ernesto made quick of replacing the four empty ones while humming along to the rhythmic sounds of the conga coming from the stereo behind him.
Today was a good day.
WHEN: September 8th, Tuesday afternoon.
WHERE: Trinidad Ice Cream Shop
WHAT: Ice cream. 'Nuff said.
Grunting, Ernesto eyed the four three gallon tubs of ice cream in his hands warily as he carefully, albeit somewhat blindly, made his way toward the ice cream display case near the front of the store. They were heavy, but not heavy enough to keep him from carrying the ice cream from the freezer in the back to one of the display cases in the front in one short trip.
Feeling his left leg bump lightly against what felt like the back of a counter, Ernesto stopped, knees bending slightly as he cautiously placed the tubs of ice cream on top of the dark counter top. Absently wiping away the sweat that formed on his brow, the Cuban man grinned widely before plopping the top container of chocolate ice cream into his hands. He needed to quickly replace the now empty containers in the display case before any new customers came in.
Tub of ice cream in hand, he quickly inspected the large and expansive display cases to make sure whether or not he'd have to make another trip to the back later on. Noticing that the cold, metal containers of gelato and other ice creams were still full, Ernesto made quick of replacing the four empty ones while humming along to the rhythmic sounds of the conga coming from the stereo behind him.
Today was a good day.