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Do I eat Ice Cream?
People always ask me, "So, do you eat ice cream?" I guess they assume that because I'm around it so much that I must be sick of it. NO WAY!!
I would say that 25% of my daily calories come from ice cream. I love it! I never met an ice cream I didn't like (although the ice cream from the CICF reigns superb!). My freezer is stocked with the stuff. My dad and my sister love ice cream too, but definitely not as much as me.
Our customers are both the best part of the job and the worst part. There are some of our customers that are so sweet, I wish I could just adopt them into my family.
GOOD CUSTOMERS
*Ivy is one of the sweetest customers ever! Her smile can just light up a room. She is our #1 cake customer. Although Ivy works in New Jersey, she is the official errand CICF girl for all the cake orders at her workplace. I've never seen one person order so many cakes. She is always very kind when she comes in and it's people like her who really make my day by just being pleasant and kind.
*There's this one lady who goes around and collects all the soda cans from the local businesses at night. Rain, hail or snow, she's out and about on the street. She not only buys ice cream from us, but she also even gave us hong bow (Chinese New Year Money). I hung up the dollars that she gave me on the wall as our lucky dollars. To me, it represents hard work. For each of those dollars, she had to collect 20 cans and she gave those dollars to us.
BAD CUSTOMERS
*There was this man who ordered peach ice cream. He ate half of his ice cream and he said that he wanted a refund. His rationale was that our peach ice cream didn't taste like the peach ice cream that he had elsewhere. I told him that I could not refund it for obvious reasons and that our policy was that we just cannot give refunds for half eaten ice cream when there is nothing wrong with the product. He then tried to bargin for a discount and said that he would do us the favor by eating the rest of it. He argued with me for a good 15 mins and left. Then he came back and argued with me some more where the complaint escalated into a form of harrassment. I then again repeated why I can't refund his money especially when it was all eaten. Then again he threatened to mar our reputation and such and criticized the way I ran the business. Then he left and a third time he returned and then criticized me more and then I told him that I would have to call the police unless he left because it was becoming too ridiculous.
I had transfered to the University of Rochester and saw that he was wearing a CICF shirt. I had told him that my family owned the CICF and asked him if he liked our ice cream. He replied that he had never even tasted our ice cream but loved our logo. I found out that Andrew literally wore our shirt everyday while working out. What a strange coincidence.
After a bonding experience like that, we continued on to be good friends. How could I not love someone who sports our shirt every other day. I told him that I would replace his shirts for the rest of his life because I do not know anyone besides myself who wears our T shirt that often.
The CICF connection remains strong even outside of NYC.
Here's a funny or not so funny anecdote of the day for me.
So I'm at work and who comes in? The hottest boy from my high school! Back in the days of attending Benjamin Cardozo HS (which was ages ago), I had the biggest crush on this boy. I think most of the school had a crush on him because our boy to girl ratio for my year was like 2:8.
In my mind, I was thinking should I finally introduce myself after 10 years of him not knowing that I existed? I wanted to say, "All the girls had the biggest crush on you in high school, including me."
So as I'm scooping his ice cream, what happens? Being the klutz and dork that I am, I knock over a stack of cups as my heart skips like ten beats. Yes, I made a total fool of myself.
So I try to smile at him and cover up what I've just done, and in the back of my mind I'm worried about whether or not I have frosting in my hair or something. I am definitely not feeling my cutest in my baseball cap, although our uniforms definitely do rock.
Yep...this boy still totally doesn't know I exist. There are some things that even a decade won't change. I am definitely not going to admit that I was part of his girl crazy fan club.
Okay, lady players....cut me a little slack over my antimack skills. I haven't been single for 8 years, so this talking to guys thing is new to me!
Who will I bump into next here? Everyone eats CICF ice cream. It is that damn good!
Hopefully the next time a cute boy comes in, I won't make a fool out of myself, but I doubt that.
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