I Only Had To Use One Napkin

• Posted on May 14, 2015
• by Jamie Stahl
• in Dessert
• 2 Comments.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015 was a very exciting day.  That’s because it was “Free Cone Day” at Haagen-Dazs!  From 4pm to 8pm H.D. was giving out free kiddie sized ice cream cones at their stores across the country.  I actually had only just found out about it the day before and was really happy that I didn’t miss it.  I was visiting with my parents in the suburbs and was concerned about the availability to get H.D. since I wasn’t aware of any local ice cream shop locations.  My Mom actually checked the store locator on the website and found out that there was a H.D. at the Palisades Center.  We discussed a plan to go over to the mall in the afternoon to get our free ice cream cones, but I first needed to double check that this location was actually participating in #HDfreeconeday.  Once I had it confirmed, my Mom and I were all set to start on our adventure.

In the past, when I’ve gone to “free ____ day” at various stores, I’ve had to wait on really long lines so my Mom and I planned to get to Haagen-Dazs around 3:40pm.  We take the escalators up to the third floor and come to find that there is not one single person waiting on line for ice cream.  My Mom and I start laughing and sit down on some couches next-door while we wait for the clock to strike 4pm.  We head over to the counter around 3:57pm and begin to form a line with four other people.  All of us are asking about the free cones, and the employees tell us that we have to wait 5 minutes, until 4pm.  I am not a mathematician by any means, but I’m pretty sure that if my cell phone says it’s 3:59pm and I need to wait until 4pm, that is less than a 5 minute wait.

My Mom waiting on NO LINE

We finally get our ice cream, after 4pm.  My Mom chose to get mango sorbet and I got cookies ‘n’ cream.  I was super excited about my free ice cream, but I was also really anxious about the whole cone situation.  As I’ve mentioned in a past post, ice cream in a cone gives me anxiety because of the constant need to pay attention to the melting process.  There is not room to do anything else or think about anything else when eating an ice cream cone because it takes all of your concentration to not let it drip down the sides or drop onto the floor.  Knowing how ridiculous this whole thing was, I started to have a nervous laugh and my Mom noticed my hands were visibly shaking.  All I wanted to do was finish the cone so I could move on with my life!  I basically didn’t come up for air until the ice cream was level with the top of the cone.  Then I began taking tiny bites until I got all the way down to the end where I could pop the rest in my mouth and call it a day.  I was really proud of myself for doing such a good job not making a mess of the ice cream or losing any.  My Mom said she was proud of me too.  I’d just like to remind everyone that I am 28 years old and the fact that I ate from an ice cream cone and this made myself and my Mom proud is truly absurd.  Oh!  Also, I only had to use one napkin!

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