Mumbler!

So tonight I went to enjoy the delicious icy-ness of a snowcone with one of the most amazing people in the whole world. It was awkward.

AWKWARD STORY #1:

To begin, K and I walked up to the window and waited in line. Once it was finally our turn to order, I asked for a Pina Colada flavored snowcone. Then he asked me something that sounded like "Do you wannn sldkfoiausddnd or ouarekad?" HUH? "DO YOU WANT A CONE OR FLAT TOP?" OH!!! I get it. :D Then it was K's turn. She ordered a Cream Soda one.

When Mumbler finally got around to making our snowcones (there was a cute girl inside the snowcone place that he found fascinating), we couldn't figure out which one was which. So we asked him. And he stared at us. And we asked him. And he pointed. We still weren't quite sure, but we made a guess.

AWKWARD STORY #2

We spent a good 2 hours sitting in the back of K's truck, just eating our snowy deliciousness and talking with each other. The stand closed and the people working there (Mumbler and the girl and possibly the girls BF, we're not quite sure) left and it was dark. Some time later a truck pulls into the parking lot and sits there for a while; no one got out. We were in mid-sentence when one of the guys yells out at us "Hey, is this a hangout spot?" I really wasn't sure how to respond. "Uh, yeah?" "Oh, okay, well like why are all these cars here empty?" "Uh, I'm not really sure." "Oh, okay. Sorry to have bothered you." "It's fine."

Right, so that was the extent of our conversation, but really, why else would these guys be parked there and ask us those questions if they weren't there for a drug deal. Seriously. So, we're pretty sure that's what went down after we left, because not too long after our encounter, a car drove by and honked. We're thinking that was the signal. Yikes! The seedy underbelly of small town America.