As far as tall tales go, I can’t think of one that’s as amusing as this one.
But now that I think about it, there isn’t much height to this tale, which is what I think makes it more real.
So first, let me give you the context of this story. It’s a hot August day, and we’ve just endured the last day of the week, which, lucky for us, ends at lunch time. A lot has been going on along Katipunan, and as much as I love how the old Katipunan was, I couldn’t help but be amused by all the new shops and stores along my favorite avenue.
One of which, was Dairy Queen. I had my first cup of Dairy Queen in grade 6 after my brother picked me up and bought me a cup after class. It was amazing. I fell in love. Vanilla ice cream, soft and light, mixed with some chunks of chocolate cookie, if you wouldn’t want that you must be…well I don’t know what you are, just, you know…different and weird…
So the tale begins…
The Not-so-Tall Tale of The Twisted Dairy Treat
So, our story starts at 1 pm, the bell rings heralding the whole high school to leave campus as early as possible.
I pick up my stuff and leave with my friends, determined to get some food into our stomachs. We decide to eat at Pizza Hut. (Cheap and affordable but we get to ask for a bill, and that’s just cool because it makes me feel all grown up and stuff) To our delight, we realize that the new store that was built next to Pizza Hut was Dairy Queen.
We all got our blizzards and headed back to our table at Pizza Hut.
After ordering, my friend decided to test the cup of ice cream he bought by flipping it over.
He held it upside-down a bit too long…
It landed with a satisfying plop on his plate.
He called the waiter and told him.
“Can I have a new plate? My desert fell on this one.”