The other week, my friend Elliot and I went to an ice-cream parlor called “Kem Thai Lan” (Thailand ice-cream) just a couple blocks up from my house. It’s hard to find decent ice-cream in this country, so it was a blessing that we stumbled upon this place.
From the special page on the menu (the page with all of their sundae creations), I decided to go with one called, “Mickey.” Most of the other sundaes had descriptions of what ice-creams were used and what toppings they had, but for Mickey? No explanation.
This was an actual conversation between the waitress and I:
“So, what’s a Mickey?”
“Umm… well, you know. We make your sundae look like the cartoon character, Mickey Mouse. Small children usually like to get it…”
“Okay… :::I’ll disregard that comment about small children::: And what flavors are in a Mickey?”
“Umm… it’s coconut ice-cream, and then some chocolate cookies for the ears… and then, some other toppings to make it look like Mickey.”
“Well, I don’t really want coconut ice-cream. Could I change the ice-cream to chocolate instead?”
“Umm… :::look of confusion::: I’m sorry, I don’t want to do that because then it wouldn’t look like Mickey…”
“Right. Okay… Well, I’ll just have the Mickey however you make it then…”
:::look of relief::: “Okay! Great.”
Haha. I love Vietnam, because it’s so easy for me to shock people or make people think I’m crazy. Just one little, tiny change… and a nervous breakdown ensues. Then, the electricity goes out in the entire town. And then, Christmas is ruined.
