Coldstone Idiot Experience

I have an embarassing story for you all to laugh at me for. Here it goes: A few days ago I went to go buy "The Comedy Bible" for my Writing for Stand-Up Comedy class. I was walking around Astor Place taking in the sights when my sister called and invited me to get some foods. Yes, foods. On our walk back to the subway she wanted to stop and buy something at Coldstone. I figured, sure, I'll go in, she'll buy something and I'll swipe a sample from them. Now, I am a BIG fan of anything coconut. So, as I perused the freezer's display case, the lower right hand bin caught my eye. Mmm, i spotted some delicious nut of coco. My sister had already ordered, but instead of quickly asking the tremendously busy and easily razzled employee for a sample then, I stupidly opted to wait until she was done with my sister. As luck would have it, a HUGE line started forming behind me. "They are going to be so annoyed with me when all I do is ask for a sample, pretend to think it over and then say 'no'" I thought.

My turn. The employee asks me what I want. I quickly ask "Is that coconut?" "No. That's ice." Oh, I guess it's a new flavor, I thought. Already embarassed that I had gotten the flavor wrong I hastily asked "Can I sample it?" I then hear snickering behind me. "That's ICE," she says again, pointing at the immaculately white substance. I realized then that it wasn't no "lemon ice" or "polar ice," it was indeed ICE - the frozen version of water. Dammit. I tried covering my tracks, raised my pointer finger a little north and said, "Oh no, I meant can I try the vanilla" which was sitting on top of the ice. "The vanilla" she asked in an annoyed voice. "Yeah, vanilla." She walked to the other end of the freezer. I guess what I had pointed at was banana. Nice save, T.zo. Nice save.