I feel like I could will this little hunk of plastic into being delicious if I could just get my hands on it!
When I was a teenager I used to go to Denny's all the time with my friends and get a banana split. Without fail, if I turned my back for a second, my ice cream would be destroyed. Here's a solution. Take one. It's yours. Leave me be!
I was always that jerk kid who dug out the whole strawberry stripe of the Neapolitan ice cream in the leaky cardboard box. I kind of miss those crappy boxes that were impossible to open without ripping the lid and you could never get them closed again and would inevitably end up with a puddle of freezer-burned nasty ice cream. Those were the days. Kids these days have it so easy.