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The Things We Do For A Free…
We are trying to make arrangements to meet at one of the Ben & Jerry’s locations for sometime around 4pm. It’s April 14, 2015 also known as #FreeConeDay at Ben & Jerry’s Scoop Shops. Though neither of us have been to the Rockefeller Center location, we decide it is more convenient for us both to head over there. I am skeptical about this decision, given that we have to be on the “Concourse Level” and neither one of us actually knows where that is. But, I figured it’s another Adventure Of A Picky Eater to take on. In preparation for my journey into the unknown, I take a quick look online at a map of the concourse and send a picture of it to Leigh. More than likely she thinks there’s something wrong with me (figuratively and literally) because really, who takes a picture of a map on their computer and texts it to someone?!
Text message sent to Leigh
Anyways, I head down to the subway and while I’m at 42nd street, Leigh texted me that she is getting on the line. My immediate reaction is, “Shit! How did she get there so fast?!” A couple of minutes later I’m at Rockefeller Center too and I am walking through the underground tunnels attempting (attempting is the key word) to meet her on the line. I am speed walking and sweating trying to locate this Ben & Jerry’s. This is not a joke. And you know that anxious/nervous feeling you get in your stomach? Well that feels like it was eating me alive. Keep in mind, I’m basically lost looking for free ice cream and Leigh is texting me that the line is moving. Somehow I end up in the Time Life building and ask a security guard if he knows where Ben & Jerry’s is. He doesn’t know and looks at me with pity as if I’m a lost toddler; although I sort of am. I decide to follow the signs for the subway to get back to where I started because I’ll be damned if I miss my free ice cream. Brilliant! I did it! I find the sign and 5,000 doors leading to the concourse. As I am walking past what seems like a line that is about a half mile long, I’m wiping the sweat from my forehead and looking for Leigh. She tells me she is around the corner and… spotted! I of course only have to wait on the line for a few minutes (always a bright side), but I feel like I’m dying! I catch my breath and it’s finally time to order. I get a scoop of Americone Dream. It’s in a cup. Why is it in a cup you ask? Oh, apparently they ran out of cones so “free cone day” turned into “free cup day.” Disappointing for most; secretly satisfying to me. Cones are trouble. There is way to much anxiety that goes into managing an ice cream cone. You can’t enjoy the actual ice cream because you have to constantly monitor whether or not the ice cream is dripping down the side or out of the bottom. There is no security from dripping. Cups are safe. Cups are stable. Cups catch the drip. Cups are my friend. Leigh is my friend too. That’s because we’re both a little food crazy. I mean, the things we do for a free ice cream cone (or cup)!
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Great post!