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Why? There is no why, I'm just sitting around till I have to go scoop ice cream for a bunch of idiots who come up to the window and say, "Uhhh, I'll have chocolate."
What? What?!
Is that a kiddie, small, or large soft serve in a regular, sugar, or waffle cone ma'am or sir?
Not that I actually call them ma'am or sir, but you know.
When you ask more specifically what they want you find out that they actually want chocolate hard ice cream in a dish with rainbow sprinkles or something.
Seriously, they expect you to be mind readers.
I wasn't supposed to work today but someone called out sick so I'm annoyed.
My mom is actually coming to work too incase it gets busy and it's too much for just me to handle.
She has to learn how to make everything anyways incase she's ever needed again.
I just know she's going to get splattered when she does a milkshake.