The Great Ice-cream Mishap

Last week, I learned a very important lesson.

Chocolate ice-cream can be extremely icky.

It all started as a routine, weekly trip to Clementi for supplies…and it ended up becoming a hilarious disaster. Macho Girl and I made a trip to Fairprice last Sunday to buy some stuff. And while browsing through the market, we happened to chance upon a tub of ice-cream. Chocolate ice-cream.

Entranced, we stared at it for a while. Then looked at the price. Then forced ourselves to look away. And walked on.

To our annoyance, we happened to chance upon another, bigger tub. And realized it was actually cheaper! This time, we didn’t hesitate. We didn’t even have to ask each other whether to buy it or not. We just knew.

On our way back, on the bus, Macho Girl realized something was dripping. Horrified, we looked into the bags. Our worst fears were realized. Our precious ice-cream was melting! The lid didn’t fit properly on the tub, and the entire thing was dripping right into the bag!

Madness ensued. Between desperately trying every possible method to keep the ice-cream from dripping any more and juggling 7 other bags, we must have been a great source of entertainment to every one else on the bus that night.

I don’t know how we managed to get back to our rooms. All I know is that I’ve never been so happy to have chocolate ice-cream off my hands. We spent an hour cleaning up the mess and vowed never to buy ice-cream from any place more than a kilometer away from where we live.

I haven’t eaten that ice-cream yet. I’m not sure when I will. I just know that I’ll never be able to see chocolate ice-cream the same way anymore. Everytime I see it, all I’ll be able to think is…

Bleaaargh.

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12 thoughts on “The Great Ice-cream Mishap

  1. Niraja November 3, 2005 / 10:07 pm

    Hey, i dont think u mean that!! one mishap couldn’t have changed so much that u can think, what was that u sed…’bleaaargh’ when u look at chocolate ice cream, i mean…seriously!!!

  2. Sayesha September 25, 2005 / 2:21 pm

    Hahahaha! :DYou go, gals!

  3. Anonymous September 17, 2005 / 9:59 pm

    hi i never had such an experience.. but it was cool.. here hardly do i find places to hang out.. Have a nice time.

  4. Clueless September 13, 2005 / 6:24 pm

    aww…so nice to hear stuff like this from a favorite sis!!! 😀

  5. sowmya September 13, 2005 / 2:15 pm

    love your stuff anu…..uve got a great future in whatever you do. absolutely love the way you write…added u as a link on my blog- itssowmya.blogspot.com. check it when you get the time. lots love.

  6. Anonymous September 11, 2005 / 5:19 pm

    hey wat a waste of icecreams!!!!!

  7. Clueless September 10, 2005 / 4:56 pm

    come hang out with us more often and they will!!! shows that u’ve started to forget us in ur ‘engin’ fascination!

  8. puttas September 10, 2005 / 1:03 pm

    no way ill stop loving chocolate ice cream… ha ha… but cool man… why don such things happen to me

  9. Clueless September 9, 2005 / 4:33 pm

    dude! that incident will be the one thing that will manage to make me smile and grimace at the same time! great fun though…:)

  10. Macho Girl September 9, 2005 / 4:30 pm

    nice piece of work…!!! the whole incident was so hilarious!!! I found it funny right from the time i felt the ice cream dripping on my lap… now when i think of it, i can’t help smiling at that incident!!!! NOW we know chocolate icream can be icky and we need to eat it frozen!!!

  11. Clueless September 9, 2005 / 4:26 pm

    yeah…i know that now!!! 😛

  12. viv September 9, 2005 / 1:48 am

    Hahahaha!I think ice creams are best had then and there 🙂

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