I use to work at a popular gas station chain in a small, rural town. One hot summer day a lady rushed in and bolted straight for drink isle. Nothin uncommon there.
She gets her two colas & sits them on counter before she starts digging into the ice cream chest nearby.
I asked her how her day was as I scanned the drinks, but I got no response. I waited kind of awkwardly as she dug around for her ice cream.
I mean really dug around. Like, aggressively dug.
I just assumed she was in a rush and had a particular flavor she was hunting for, so when she began to stand up I was already reaching my hand out to grab whatever tub of ben&jerry's she picked out.
What she came out with left me speechless.
She wasn't digging around for ice cream.
She was digging at the side wall of the chest; scraping off the ice that builds up. Y'know, the layers and layers of condensation that build up and freeze, turning into fluffy-ish ice.
So here I am. Arm stretched out, jaw on the floor, and no idea what to think of this.
What finally breaks the silence is her telling me, "That's it.." as she points to her two drinks.
I told her the total.
She paid. Went back for a second helping of wall-ice and walked out the door.
For clarification, she did eat the wall-ice.