Preface: On the rare occasion I go to Dairy Queen, I always (ALWAYS!) get a small Mud Pie blizzard. They are seriously like heaven on earth. However, since being with-child, I can't seem to stomach anything coffee flavored that isn't in fact coffee. Hence, my dip cone story.
As mentioned, Dairy Queen is NOT in my usual repertoire of food or dessert. I'd say I have maybe half dozen blizzards a year, mostly concentrated in the summer and several of those seem to be because that's where everyone else is going. Oh how that has changed!
I pretty much go to the DQ every other week now, and it seems as if I end up in tears (the bad kind) every visit. Nick has suggested I just not go on my own. The reason for these breakdowns? They never have chocolate ice cream available when I come by. It's as if they're ALWAYS cleaning out that daggum machine. How is it, that when there's blazing (70degree) sun out at 1pm you DO NOT have available half your ice cream?!?
Now keep in mind, these cravings usually hit right after lunch time. And I'm not exaggerating, I've had to drive to multiple locations the last 4 times I've gone on my own. (Once I've ordered I HAVE TO GET IT! No, I can not just get over it and come back later tonight. I NEED IT NOW!)
One employee was quite lucky that working with children I've learned to be patient and hold my tongue when he asked me if vanilla would be ok? (Que inner monologue: Really?!? Really?!? Did I order vanilla? No, if I had wanted vanilla I would've ordered it!) I just do my best at being polite, although I'm sure I don't sound polite at all, and say "No, thanks. I'll just try somewhere else," smirk and drive off.
The only place that has had what I needed every time, bless them, is the Troutdale location. Perhaps next time I shall just go there first and skip all the heartache...and by next time I mean in approximately 13 days :).