The Ice Cream Incident

Ok, so here's the deal:

There's this really nice guy, Justin. And, at some point, my fellow chairmen (Kim and Esta) and I had a discussion with him about what else we needed for the media tent. We told him ice cream. He asked flavors: Esta - Chunky Monkey, Kim - New York Fudge, and me - Half Baked.

Yesterday, he walks in and hands me a tub of Chunky Monkey, which threw me for a loop really. I didn't remember the conversation that we'd had earlier in the week regarding the ice cream. And, for the life of me, I can't stand banana anything, which is basically what Chunky Monkey is.

So, the ice cream sat on the desk until I finally decided to put it in the Coke cooler (yes, it's not a freezer, but it was cooler than the tent!). By the time I finally found someone to eat it, we pulled it out and found it a bit soupy. Ugh.

Needless to say, the ice cream then quickly made its way into the nearest trash box (we have boxes, not cans here, you see).

At some point after that, Justin found out. :(

So here's the public apology for throwing out the ice cream. Justin - we hope you still love us and we really do appreciate the ice cream!! (Next time, I'll at least have a bite, even if I don't like it. Heck, I eat raw fish, I could probably stomach a spoonful of banana ice cream.)