Rita's or bust

Rita's Italian Ices, what's the matter with these people?

Jessica and myself in order to avoid having to be in the nursery at our church for an excessive amount of time decided we'd go on a fast food run and our route was outlined as such: Taco Bell, Burger King and Ritas Italian Ices.

After a little confusion at Taco Bell and a hullaballoo at Burger King our trip seemed over and i was sad, but then jessica remebered.

Jessica: Ahhh, we forgot Rita's
me: very well then, TO RITA'S!!!
Us: arrive at ritas
Jessica: Ok, Danielle (still back at the nursery) likes root beer with vanilla custard, so you stand in that line and i'll stay here and we'll see who gets there first
me: Um... What's vanilla custard?
Jessica: **walks over to me; Gabe you're hopeless.

So after a ruckus made by the soccer mom in front of us about her ice cream not being the right consistancy or some nonsense it was our turn.

Jessica to cashier: Ok, I'll have a rootbeer with vanilla custard and ummm... a brownie gelati.
me: (I'm paying for all this of course) What? She's going to eat two?
Jessica: No, the brownie is for me
me: Brownie's are supposed to be warm and fudgy
Jessica: psh, noo
me: Whatever

I figure since everyone else is getting one I might as well so i get a lemon ice, after the girl looked at as funny we finally got our order straight and marched off. It was a good 85 degrees that day so jessica gets a brilliant idea.

me: I dont see what the point of this is, they're just going to melt
Jessica: NOT IF I CAN HELP IT!!!

She turns on the air conditioner full blast, and that is one hell of an air conditioner. It was so cold in the car that it fogged up in the car. It didn't help, the ices melted anyway.
So we arrive at church and begin our march to the church with all our food and make our way into the nursery and start passing out the food to Danielle and Kait.

Kait: Thank god
Jessica and me: yes, lets eat (everyone starts eating, except Danielle)
Danielle: Where's my Diet Coke?
Jessica and me together: HMPH? (with bits of Gordita and Chicken Fry flying out of our mouths)
Danielle: Yea, all i wanted was a Diet Coke, i told you guys before you left
Me: WHAT? the whole reason we had to endure Jessica's car/meat locker was because we thought you wanted Rita's, man we could've just gotten you a soda at Burger King with smurfette
Danielle: (reaches over for the coke with my chicken fries meal) Psh, well, i got a soda now

So that night, I found myself one soda short and me and Jessica learned a lesson, from now on, we buy food for no man and never again will we go to Rita's Italian Ices.