This Is Nasty So Just Hear Me Out

The time was 2 in the afternoon, and we were craving some ice cream. Possibly frozen yogurt, but seeing as we hadn't even tasted it yet. . . we didn't know that it would make us cry.

"What would you like?" inquired the ice cream man
"Oh, you know, let's try the cherry vanilla swirl," replied the third and youngest member of our party. Take three: platoon. 

Walk with this third member over to the table where the other two were sitting. At first, things were going well. The licking of our ice creams were going deliciously until Third calmly spoke out, "This tastes like medicine."
Second tastes the ice cream. Indeed, it tasted like pepto bismal.

"Go get a new one," Second said
"No! That's weird," Third replied
"Throw it on the ground and tell them you need a new one," First said with a lightbulb look.
"No, it has to be an accident. I can't lie!!!"

The next part of the scene happened fast. With a wrist flip here and a hand hitting that wrist there, that cherry vanilla swirl lay deceased on the greasy ceramic floor.

"Oh, no. . . " Third, Second and First said a bit more sarcastically than expected.
"Well, go get another ice cream," Second said

And First and Third went on their way- getting behind the now massive ice cream line leaving Second behind to guard the stream of cherry. 10 minutes later, and the opportunity to tell the other consumers about how the ice cream made her want to cry, Third received her new vanilla ice cream. Just vanilla- that's how it goes.

Moral of this story: when your ice cream is bad, throw it on the ground.