Curry Freeze

Before Cyclone Pitas became the place where everybody knew my name, another existed. It again, was mostly a lunch joint for me. A lunch that consisted of ice cream when the place was open from early March to Halloween. The time that the little ice cream shop, Curry Freeze, was closed every winter, did not hinder the workers remembering who I was. Pretty hard face to forget. Especially when you see it nearly every day.

Just like Cyclone Pitas, I had my favorite and never chose otherwise. So, with seeing my face and hearing my same exact order, the workers there, caught on to what I was going to get every time. It simply became known as "the usual."

Being as this Curry Freeze was pretty close to our home in Schenectady, one night, Jeff suggested we go there to pick up some ice cream. I, of course, was all for it. Little did Jeff know that I was already there for lunch that day! Jeff didn't realize how often I went there either. It was a deep, dark secret of mine in a way. 

As we arrived at the order window, the owner immediately saw my face and say, "Hi Alicia, you want the usual, right?" Boy, did this send a shock through Jeff's body. He could not believe they knew me by name and they new what my "usual" was. 

Jeff's response, "My God, how often do you come here?" 

Of course, with my poor lying abilities, I simply mumbled that this was my second time today. With that, he simply thanked the good Lord that I order yogurt.