It happened while I was scooping ice cream.While I was thankful the flying debris didn't knock me unconscious, I was left temporarily dazed and confused.
Thankfully, I recovered within a short time and still possessed enough brain cells left from the day to remember our old, trusty spade sitting idly in the recesses of our utensil drawer.
Of course it was only 2:34pm (but don't tell anyone OK?).
I now plan to invest in a super duper, top chef quality scooper.
One should not underestimate the necessity of such a tool for serious ice cream eaters.
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