Chocolate Thunder

After dining at Mugs, the family traveled over the crosswalks to our favorite little ice cream place, where our favorite ice cream server worked (the silent foreign women at Dairy Queen weren’t terribly strong competition). Here, Daddy always ordered Chocolate thunder in a sugar cone, but called them “pointy cones” instead. Eventually he and the man behind the counter devised a new way of ordering: “Stick me in the eye with a Chocolate Thunder.” Ever after, Daddy ordered with this phrase, even on nights our server had off. But the other scoopers just looked at us funny, and we’d translate.