5 Jireh Tan - 2 months ago
The mango was so delicious.
Seriously, the mango was so good that I was able to overlook the extremely Berlin attitude of the person who took my order. When I asked if they accepted credit cards, I was told condescendingly that they only accepted credit cards. This lady also threw the cover of the tub of ice cream quite loudly when she went to make my scoop.
I was quite shocked. After all, an ice cream shop is quite the happy place, and ice cream is such a happy food. I suppose this lady thought she might be working at Berghain? The other lady working at the counter, of East Asian heritage, seemed to be smiling and happy to work there. In this instant I am reminded of the politics of immigration.
Any such unpleasantness disappeared when sank my teeth into the mango ice cream. It tasted so richly of mango and of summer. After all, ice cream, especially good ice cream, is such a happy food.