Catalonia Kerfuffle
Catalonia Kerfuffle
As a child, standing excitedly at an ice-cream truck with a teenager who resented the assignment of babysitting me, I modestly asked for a small chocolate cone. He changed my order to a kiddie cone. It was tiny. It was tiny compared to even my tiny hand. I was heartbroken. I loved ice cream. I swore I’d never put myself in a circumstance like that again.
