I've Never Gotten a C

That is actually not true, I did get a C once in microbiology. But that is not what this story is about.

Saturday night Todd and I drove up to New York to see Wicked on Broadway with some of my family. We went out to dinner first, then walked around to find dessert. We found this store that had a window where you could order the gelato right from the street, even though it was actually a real store (not a street vendor). While we were standing there, choosing our flavors, Todd pointed out the sign in the window that had a big C on it. Upon closer investigation, we read that this indicated the rating given to the store for their sanitation. We were a little worried about that, but hoped that having to hang the rating in the window had motivated them to start cleaning things up.

We each got our flavors and started munching. Nikenzie had gotten lemon flavor, but when she started eating it found that she actually had coconut. A few of us tried it to make sure she wasn't crazy, and I definitely chewed on a coconut flake. So she went and told the lady that her lemon gelato was actually coconut. The lady told her it must be a mistake in the labeling, and since that batch was actually coconut, they didn't have lemon. She asked if Nikenzie would be like to keep the coconut, but she didn't want it. So she chose another flavor, and handed over her coconut gelato. Before scooping the new gelato into Kenzie's used cup, she scooped out Nikenzie's USED gelato BACK INTO THE SERVING BIN. Yup.