Food Service Blues

Most college students have pretty lame jobs, but I think there's something about working in food service that makes you wish there were less people on earth. My The-USA-should-totally-test-a-nuke-in-Zionsville job is at Carter's Ice Cream, a soda fountain that normally makes for a pretty enjoyable and colorful place to work until total nutcases and screaming kids decide they want sundaes. I have a number of stories from my two years there, but we had a customer today who was particularly noteworthy. 

During a busy period an elderly lady comes in asking for a double waffle cone, which is roughly the size of your head. So I dip it up, she pays, and just as she's getting ready to leave she hands me the cone, tells me she has to go to the bathroom, and that I need to hold it for her. I can't set the thing down because it's enormous and cone-shaped, and after five minutes it starts to melt on me, so I stick my hand in the freezer and tell my manager that I'm going to need a moment. Thirty minutes later, the lady comes out of the bathroom. I was starting to think she'd had a heart attack and died in there, but obviously I couldn't check because I was stuck holding her stupid ice cream cone in the open freezer while my ticked-off manager handled the whole crowd by herself. So that was my morning.