I scream, you scream...
This is basically a third- or fourth-hand anecdote, but it's too great an example of life imitating art for me not to share it.
A friend of one of my coworkers had a favorite branch of Tasti D Lite. She swore the frozen dairyesque dessert products at THIS particular Upper East Side location were miles better than the ones at any other. Finally, one day, she went into the store and spoke to the owner. She had to know what made the treats at this Tasti D Lite so good.
"I have a secret," the owner said. "I'll show you." He then opened the top of the machine and poured in a large carton of heavy cream.
A friend of one of my coworkers had a favorite branch of Tasti D Lite. She swore the frozen dairyesque dessert products at THIS particular Upper East Side location were miles better than the ones at any other. Finally, one day, she went into the store and spoke to the owner. She had to know what made the treats at this Tasti D Lite so good.
"I have a secret," the owner said. "I'll show you." He then opened the top of the machine and poured in a large carton of heavy cream.
3 Comments:
That's beautiful. :)
Is this for real?
Not very nice for people trying to keep their weight down, or possibly diabetics, etc. She should call the health dept. He is a bastard.
Isn't this an episode of Seinfeld?
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