Waiting in line for ice cream

That's been my life lately, and since I am such a whore for the icy stuff, I will forgo my impatience and do it. Saturday night I went to Coldstone here in Leominster and waited in an ungodly, teenager-riddled line. Today there was free ice cream at work (free ice cream! and sprinkles! and hot fudge!), and it took three tries for the line to die down enough for me to be in it. And I haven't even been to Kimballs yet.