the searbys

As Amanda would say, “Everyday is Saturday when you’re in Florida.” Well Friday was our last “Saturday.” We both have jobs. Joel started at Coffee Culture this morning. So, we took Friday as a fun-day. We packed a picnic and went to the beach. We spent a good three hours playing in the waves, enjoying the sun, and even got some reading done. On the way home from our perfect day at the beach, we wanted ice cream. I was so surprised when we couldn’t find a single “mom & pop ice cream place.” Everything was DQ, Cold Stone Creamery, or Marble Slab. We always try to find the local place to support but having no choice, we chose Marble Slab. Peanut Butter ice cream with M&M’s in a medium size cone-dish with two spoons was our choice and while the girl mixed it on the slab, I went to the restroom. Both the men and women’s doors had handwritten signs on notebook paper that read “Restrooms are for Marble Slab customers only.” Fitting myself into that category I started to enter the women’s room when I noticed the “out of order” sign, also handwritten on notebook paper. I thought, this isn’t the first time I’ve had to use the men’s room, I opened the door and the lock had a piece of tape over it, preventing me from locking the door, I could just see some guy flinging the door open on me. Fed up with the whole bathroom thing I decided I didn’t have to go that bad after all. I returned just in time to pay the ice cream bill: $6.26. What? Call me a cheapskate but I didn’t think 2 little scoops of ice cream was worth it, especially when I couldn’t even use the toilet. We ate the gourmet ice cream outside and decided we would continue our search for a “mom & pop ice cream shoppe.”
-Jen

You could have at the least backed into their sign just for spite.
(From the DQ sign backer over)  

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