How could I fail to mention that gold - GOLD! - was found in my piddly little community?! Gold, people. Right there in Soudan. Okay, so it was more like the state's highest concentration of traces of gold substitute in the ditches alongside Highway 169 or something, but we still made the news for it and I'm really quite excited.
I scooped 45 ice cream cones at work yesterday, which doesn't sound like much, but believe me...it is. For the second consecutive day I had a group of 15+ come in, demanding I risk frost bite just to satisfy their ice cram fix. I would call them heartless little buggers, but they were going to all get malts until they realized I was the only one working and it would have taken somewhere between nine and 14 hours to make that many malts.
Don't worry; no more blogs about that place for a while. I don't work there again until Friday.
posted by Amanda at 11:34 AM
2 Comments:
There's gold in them thar hills!
Sorry, I just couldn't resist. I can't believe you blogged three days in a row! What did we (your undeserving public) do to get so lucky?
Did Huge Cone have any part in the 45 cone making day?
6:26 PM
Thankfully Huge-o had nothing to do with the 45 cone day. Good thing too, because after scooping that much ice cream and being forced to listen to him sllluuurrrp that last little bit of melted ice cream out of the cone (slurp slurp!) before throwing it away, I probably would have had to kill him.
9:02 AM
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