The ice cream dude wanted me to have the caramel cashew...........
My mom and I stopped in. When I step up to order the guy says "caramel cashew?" And I'm like no.... and I order my coffee ice cream scoops and my moms chocolate fudge 5 scooper.
What do I get, the caramel cashew... men have such poor listening skills! Why do I look so caramel cashew-y???
It wasn't bad, don't get me wrong! I didn't complain so my bad. I was mostly creeped out when he called me by name after looking at my credit card so I didn't want to point out his mistake. When my mom mentioned we used to go to the old location he said "I think I remember you..." so fake because we haven't been there in 15 years.
I really hate to complain about an ice cream store, like damn I also hate puppies and rainbows.