Ritter's Reward

Ritter's Frozen Custard is a fabulous Indianapolis fixture. But I think they have something against me. The last two times I've visited, they haven't gotten my order quite right. The first of the two times, I ordered a blueberry cheesecake Glacier. Someone got a wire crossed and gave me a blueberry cookie dough Glacier. Now I could have eaten it, but it was a little strange. So I pointed out the error. "That's kinda gross," the guy said. "Yeah," I agreed, but assured him that I could eat it. He kindly made me the correct Glacier, but he took the first one and pitched it. What a waste of good (and expensive) frozen custard, I think.

Today when my order was incorrect, I determined not to make the same mistake. I ordered a Snickers Glacier made with mint chocolate chip custard. "Ewwww!" some of the other girls declared. "What? It's chocolate in chocolate," I told them. "It sounds good to me." But alas, my glacier came out pure mint chocolate chip frozen custard. Pure mint chocolate chip frozen custard is not a bad thing, but it was not what I ordered. This bothered me, especially since the price for a dish of custard is decidedly lower than the price of a Glacier. No matter that the training center was treating me (albeit for two hours of housekeeping on a Saturday); I didn't want anyone to get gypped.

I eyed the line of students yet to order. I jabbed at my Glacier, to make sure that there weren't bits of Snickers in there somewhere. I wondered if I should not eat it until after I reordered. I remembered that sorry blueberry chocolate chip cookie dough Glacier in the trash. I decided that it would not be smart to let my Glacier melt, and it would not be polite to march to the head of the line. By the time the line went down, my Glacier was mostly gone. The Ritter's man was most magnanimous and offered to give me another Glacier, no problem. (He had just made a lot of money off my group.) While he was preparing it, I endured much persecution from a few others who were not so fortunate as I. "Maybe you should let Kendra pay the bill; she might get a deal for us," Mr. Mark Murray told Mr. Gergeni. "It's God's blessing because I ordered a small in the first place," I shrugged to Daniel Shipley. I felt only a little bad.

Terror struck when I got my second Glacier. It was exactly the same as the first! Either they make Snickers way different than they used to, or there were no Snickers in this Glacier, either. I stirred my Glacier. I wandered around the patio, seeking second opinions. Nope. No Snickers in my Glacier. I looked back at the ordering window, but decided against asking for another correction. Further persecution wasn't worth it. Besides, I'd probably gotten the training center's money's worth by consuming two cups of frozen custard. Surely that was equivalent to one Glacier.

All I can figure is that whoever was in the back making those things thought Snickers in mint chocolate chip ice cream was gross, too.