The scene: Dairy Queen on Saturday evening. Matt gets a Blizzard and I get a hot fudge sundae. As we walk back to our car, a man pulls up and rolls down his window.
Man: What do you call that? *points to my ice cream*
Me: It’s a sundae.
Man: What? It’s a sundae?
Me: Yeah. It’s a hot fudge sundae.
Man: So if I go up there and tell them that I want a hot fudge sundae, they’ll give me that?
Me: Um, yeah.
Man: *looks really excited and rolls window back up*
Matt: That was weird.
Me: It’s like he doesn’t know what ice cream is! How sad.
Matt: Maybe he’s an alien and on his planet they don’t have ice cream.
Me: Ooooh. I could go down in history as the girl who introduced the aliens to ice cream. They’d revere me!! I could be their Queen.