The Diaries and Misadventures of a Social Misfit

“3 scoops, on a cone. Dark chocolate, double chocolate and chocolate mint.”

The guy at the ice cream parlor stared at her for a few moments, trying to figure out whether she meant what she said.

“Hello!” She blurted out pettishly.

The ice cream guy went to work right away. This didn’t seem like a girl who appreciates her ice cream taken lightly. He quickly scooped out the globs, stacked them on top of each other with little tact, and stretched it out to her.

“Not so fast.” She said, still upholding the same scowl she came in with. “Syrup, and lots of sprinkles.”

Spoiled grump. He thought to himself. A girl who doesn’t lighten up at the sight of 3 scoops of chocolate ice cream is probably one with deep issues, the kind of girl that’s not very easy to please.

“I suppose this is your lunch.” He said teasingly.

“Are you saying I’m fat?” She snapped. “Look.. Kareem or whatever,” she glanced at his name tag, “I might be a little bit on the chubby side but I definitely won’t call myself fat, and I know what I’m doing here. Besides, who are you to call me fat? Look at yourself looking like a broom stick despite working in an ice cream parlor. How is that possible? You people drive me crazy!”

“We… people?” He questioned.

“Humans!” She snapped again.

He didn’t retort, just carried on with his colossal task silently. She felt a pang of guilt. Why was she taking her anger out on him? She shouldn’t have done it half an hour ago at that fiasco of a job interview before she stormed out of the office.

The footage played back in her head.

“We don’t have vacancies right now, but I’m willing to help you if you’re willing to help me.” The 50-something man behind the desk shot her a smoke-tinted yellow smile. It took her a few moments to register what he said, aided by the reflection in the glass panels of the wall unit behind him.

She felt her stomach turn. Suddenly she didn’t want that ice cream anymore.

“It’s for you.” She worked-up a smile as the young man behind the counter handed her the finished work of chocolaty art. “Enjoy it.” She said as she ran out of the shop clutching her stomach before emptiying it all out on the sidewalk.

To be continued…

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