emergency.

you now the rules, kids.
emergency tofutti is essential to the success of any connecticut visit.
imagine my semi-dismay, then, neighbors,
when the folks at the scoop spot got shystie with the sprankles.
check the day-one-disappointment-type teleport:

weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak.
ugh.
what the heck is that all about?
i guess trying was too hard for those folks.
so it was beat street for the dip and roll,
and light action on the rainbow jauns.
almond flavor and coconut cookie crumbs?
pretty good on my tongue,
but the dusted smattering of scattered prismacolor poops was a definite bust-out.
that's alright, though,
because we went back the next day,
and got the big business blast by better and more experienced scoopers.
check the real-life-teleport:

sprankles in F*ing full effect.
that's what's up.
cookie on cookie on cookie with full-coverage candy coating.
expert.
oh,
and on the third day?
in northampton, mass?
surrounded by scores of sweaty lesbians with armband tattoos?
that is SO a thing)
we fired up some other other almond-milky weirdie vegan creams,
and made sure they knew what was up with those spranxxx.
teleport:

mmmhmmmm.
coffee and caramel and drips all over the car.
ninety degrees of melting and traffic all over western massachussetts
go together like sticky hands and rainbow shirt stains.
doesn't matter.
when it comes to cones of cold activation that we can munch up on-
if they GOT they,
we got to GET they.
rules is rules.
emergency tofutti,
even when it isn't tofutti,
and even when it is almost never actually an emergency?
yes, friends.
that IS the way it happens when we're on the road.
expert is as expert does,
and that's what we do whenever we do anything at all;
never quiet, never soft.....