After our monthly nursing home service yesterday afternoon, Dad and Mom took us to McDonalds for ice cream cones. Well, sorta. We really went to wash our hands and use the restrooms, but the ice cream machine was yelling at us all so loudly, we had to stop and oblige.
Alas, when we ordered our 6 cones and one chocolate shake, the machine decided to quit working... well, sorta. Instead of perfectly shaped ice cream confections, we received ill-shaped and malformed ones. It was quite hilarious after we got over the initial shock. That poor worker kid had quite a time.
Oh well, bless his heart. Maybe he just wasn't cut out to be an ice-cream-cone-man.