“I was working at a place that had soft-serve ice cream on the menu. One day, a lady came to the counter and said, ‘I’m really sorry, but my daughter dropped her ice cream and she’s really sad about it. Do you think you could give me another?'”

“I was about to, then I realized our ice cream machine was broken that day and we hadn’t sold any. I looked back at her and told her that the ice cream must’ve not been from us because of the machine.”

“She turned bright red and mumbled, ‘Oh, then I guess it must be from Dairy Queen or something,’ and left quickly.”