It's Not Like I Asked For "Negro Sprinkles"

So, I'm out and about yesterday after getting out under from the compressed metal beam that has been my life for the last week and a half. I pop into one of those Tasti-Lite deals in the City to get myself a large soft vanilla with some sprinkles. The following ensues:

Me: I'll take a large vanilla with colored sprinkles.

Foreign Ice Cream Dude: (Puts ice cream in cone and begins to dip in the chocolate sprinkles.)

Me: No, not those.

Foreign Ice Cream Dude: (Looks at me quizically.)

Me: The rainbow sprinkles.

Somehow this all cracked me up.

Comments

[Jack Klompus]

"Foreign Ice Cream Dude: (Looks at me quizically.)"

Maybe he was wondering why a grown-ass man is fussing over sprinkles. Do sprinkles have distinguishable flavors?

[jackie]

Maybe he was wondering why a grown-ass man is fussing over sprinkles. Do sprinkles have distinguishable flavors?

Hey Klompus, if gift giving was part of Festivus, this would be yours.

[M. Butler]

If I had to have sprinkles, I would rather have brown ones than rainbow ones.

Afterwards, did you skip to the Chelsea Market and pick up some fabulous fresh sea bass and a bouquet of wild flowers?

[jackie]

Afterwards, did you skip to the Chelsea Market and pick up some fabulous fresh sea bass and a bouquet of wild flowers?

No, but I did go for my weekly pedicure and a steaming at David Barton's.

[Assman]

Just be happy he didn't give you the cone with a fake gold chain hanging from it.