No Sprinkles?!

On my bike ride, I often take a trail that brings me by a campground. At this campground there is a general store and I sometimes buy an extra Gatorade there. Anyway, they also serve ice cream, and I noticed this addition to the menu, via a piece of paper stuck to the window with tape…
And I started thinking….”I didn’t want any…..UNTIL YOU BROUGHT IT UP!”

So, a couple of days later I was taking a break under some trees and a couple walked over from a house on the campground property (I assumed they were the owners/managers) and the woman asked the man “Can I get you anything? A bowl of ice cream or something?”

and he grumbled “I want sprinkles.” He started walking away towards a different destination and she kept walking over to the store.

She then yelled over to him “We don’t have any. AND I’M NOT GETTING ANYMORE.”

Sprinkles be causing some problems…

 

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About Melanie's Menagerie

I am an avid crafter and love searching yard sales and resale shops for vintage and retro items. Recently married, I live in the mountains with my husband, but I am an original Jersey Girl. I love the beach (only two hours away!) and enjoy exploring New York City. (only an hour away!) I love to travel and have been lucky enough to visit many great places including Ireland, Bermuda, Jamaica, and most recently Rome! I enjoy hiking and mountain biking. I am hoping to promote my shop on Etsy called "Melanie's Menagerie" so please check it out and let me know what you think! www.melaniesmenagerie.etsy.com
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