I got an ice cream cone a few weeks ago…while walking around, the cone somehow slipped from my grip. My dumb ass went “I’m athletic…I can easily stop this from hitting the ground and save my ice cream cone.” No one bothered to tell me, much like a knife, a falling ice cream cone has no handle. By the time I regained control of my ice cream cone, the damage was done…my hands were a fucking nightmare. Ice cream everywhere… about 3 miles from home, on foot.
Needless to say…the rest of my afternoon, and most of my night were ruined. Even after washing my hands multiple times, I still knew they were sticky.
I got an ice cream cone a few weeks ago…while walking around, the cone somehow slipped from my grip. My dumb ass went “I’m athletic…I can easily stop this from hitting the ground and save my ice cream cone.” No one bothered to tell me, much like a knife, a falling ice cream cone has no handle. By the time I regained control of my ice cream cone, the damage was done…my hands were a fucking nightmare. Ice cream everywhere… about 3 miles from home, on foot.
Needless to say…the rest of my afternoon, and most of my night were ruined. Even after washing my hands multiple times, I still knew they were sticky.