I'm sitting at the outside booth and Austin plops down holding a cherry dipped cone and a huge disappointed look on his face.
"What's up honey?"
"I wanted a chocolate dipped one." (More frowning...a little lip quivering..)
"Did you go tell them?"
"I was afraid to. I didn't want them mad at me!"
"Honey, it's ok. They screwed up your order. They'll fix it."
"It's o.k...." (At this point tears are threatening to come down... and remember he's the almost 5' & 12yr old...which can make it even harder to deal with...)
"I've got it." (And I take the cone and head for the register)
(Me to Butch, who's standing by the counter) "Did you see this was messed up?"
"I told him to tell them to fix it."
"Yeah, well, you know he's not going to. He doesn't like to hurt people's feelings."
"He needs to learn, though."
"He's TWELVE." (I emphasis...)
And I go get it fixed.
Funny thing.... Xav had a cherry dipped one too.
They call it a "beanie"... a dipped cone. Xav had a peppermint cherry beanie and Austin had a sour apple chocolate beanie. This is one of those old fashioned stand where the ice cream is soft serve vanilla with a flavor (sour apple or peppermint or whatever) swirled in.
Halfway through Xav's cone, he realized that his tasted like sour apple. Since both flavors were green, we didn't know it. And since Xav really isn't that picky, he ate it anyways. He also ate half of mine. (Because 1/2 is less calories.... right?....lol)