I'd Kill For a Good Snow Cone

Alright, I'd kill a bug. Maybe a small rodent....

In a city of 60,000+ we have two, count 'em, two snow cone stands. One is absolute crap (save your time and throw your dollar in the trash) and the other is OK. Just OK.

AND the two are only about ten blocks apart.

I think one near my house would be really great. We've got a public park and pool three blocks from our house. A snow cone stand would go over really well near here. Plus, I wouldn't have to balance a snow cone and the steering wheel as I carreen down the interstate. That's always a positive thing.


When I was young, my parents took me to Galveston. We found a little snow cone place located in a shopping center. It was set up like an ice cream parlor. BEST SNOW CONE EVER!!! I am NOT even lying about this.

For two dollars I got a ginat cone with tons of flavor in it AND it was like real snow. It wasn't tiny little shards of ice. It wasn't that crinkly ice. It wasn't so dried out at the top that you'd have to knock the top off just to get to something that tasted.

It. Was. Like. Real. Snow. Personally, I'd consider driving the eight or so hours just to get another. Though, knowing my luck, the place is probably closed after all these years.


People! Listen to me! We're averaging 104 degree temperatures and I work in a sweltering dry cleaners! I"m hot and afraid ice cream will make me barf. SOMEBODY OPEN A STAND NEAR MY HOUSE WITH SNOW-LIKE CONES IMMEDIATELY!!!

I got off early today and made my customary once or twice a week stop to the So-So- Stand. Guess what? THEY WERE %$#ING CLOSED!!!
Practically ruined my whole day. I mean, there's gotta be something to look forward to at the end of a day! I wring out the sweat from my underwear and they decide to be closed!

No, there was no happy ending to my day. I'm gonna go squeegie the sweat out of my bra and take a shower now. Good day.
I said GOOD DAY, SIR!