Before exploring the catacombs below the town, we stopped for gelato. We enjoyed the smooth ice cream out in the sunshine, but one customer was dissatisfied.
“I’m not really feeling this flavor,” said Rachel, studying the top scoop on her cone.
“At least it’s the top scoop. Just push it off or something.”
“I suppose I could flick it off,” Rachel replied, as the rest of us focused on our treats. It was quiet for a few moments, all of us enjoying the gelato in the radiant sunlight.
“You guys, you guys: watch this.” As she spoke the words, Rachel, holding onto the bottom tip of her cone, made a flicking motion with her wrist. I believe her theory was that the top scoop of gelato would fly off the cone. Instead, the entire massive cone broke off and smashed into the cobblestones, leaving poor Rachel with a cone tip oozing melted gelato.