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…