There were a number of places I went this weekend that were against my better judgment. Among them was the Dairy Queen, with Brad and Rachel on Friday night. After considering all of my options, I ordered a Girl Scout Thin Mint Blizzard from the girl behind the counter.
"Oh, this is great," I told her. "It might even be better than the Pumpkin Pie Blizzard."
She was excited. "I was wondering if you were going to have the Pumpkin Pie again, " she said, with a twinkle in her eye. "I was going to ask if you wanted it...but I didn't want your friends to know that you had been here by yourself."
I think the Dairy Queen girl and I understand each other.
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