I’ve been craving pistachio icecream for a week now, and the Braum’s (icecream shop) by my house didn’t have any. I am currently in pajamas at this point because I wasn’t planning on leaving my car. Uh so I get to Walmart, where they don’t even have pistachio icecream, except by the half gallon, so I go for some Ben and Jerry’s Late Night Snack (Sorry Stephen Colbert, they didn’t have American Dream).
So then:
>Shuffle to the male cashier because the lady cashier had a customer
>Him: Some Ben and Jerry time, huh?
>Me: /screaming internally
>I want to say: I’M NOT A LONELY CAT LADY I SWEAR I WAS JUST CRAVING ICECREAM I DIDN’T BREAK UP WITH ANYONE
>Instead: “Uh yeah… haha.”
It was the longest transaction I’ve ever felt
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