I figure we'll hit a couple museums or maybe check out the countryside & then head south. I am in search of good cheese, chocolate, and beer though, so recommendations would be great.
Oh yeah, now we're cookin'.
I walk in and place my order. Two double-decker tacos and that strange hexagonal thing that they have. And a large, frosty soda. Man, this is the life. But when I reach the soda machine I realize one of the sad limitations of our technologically driven world. They're out of ice. OUT OF ICE?!? How can this be? This was supposed to be my day!
In a fit of rage I storm back to the front counter, demanding what is rightfully mine: "Hi, do you guys have any more ice?" The woman behind the counter understands the seriousness of the situation, and without hesitation replies that a guy is bringing some out. In fact, he's right behind me about to pour it into the machine. I get my ice, my diet pepsi, and all is right with the world again.