The day the gelato died …😓
… It is Friday 13
… the insult, the injury
… Classic waitress flim-flam. Shameless, she didn’t cop to the substitution of ice cream for gelato.
We’ll have “The Gelato Trio.”
“Yes. We have new flavors, honey-graham, bourbon vanilla and summer strawberry. “
“I know gelato and those are no gelato. Impostors all.”
My probing relentless interrogatory exposed the carefully-concealed truth:
“Waitaminute, did you just say ice cream?”
When I balked, she offered up pecan pie cheesecake …
“You have some nerve, missy. Keep your ice cream and your peasants’ pecan pie. Check please.”
… then me-head-down-on-table, waitress regales us with account of her best-most-amazing-ever gelato experience !!!
“Thank you for that.”
… un-distressed gentlefolk sat and dined and laughed around us as if the modern world hadn’t collapsed
… quick map recon verified my hypot that columbia MD, aka Retail Heaven, now has no gelato reserves. Gotta drive to Fells Point or surprisingly enough, Catons-fucking-vile for gelato.
… now home at Mayfoo, I remain staunchly inconsolable
… there is no upside, silver-lining to this day the gelato died
… and it’s 13 Friday, not 1 April, I shit you not.
I won’t awake from my beauty sleep and say
“Whew. That was a close call.”
“I’ve lost my gelato, et al.”