One day in Newark I heard the Good Humor bells going down Huntington Terrace. I rushed upstairs of 88, and got my quarter. By this time the good humor man was down the block to Huntington and Seymour Ave. Well I caught up to him on the corner and asked for an original ice cream bar....vanilla ice cream with chocolate covering. I gave up my money and was handed a bar. The good humor man drove off down Huntington Terrace towards Beth Israel Hospital. I opened the wrapper, bit into the bar, and practically went into shock. The ice cream was some kind of light brown stuff and it tasted HORRIBLE. I couldn't bear to eat it. The guy was gone, and I was too shy and scared to protest anyway (I assumed I had made some mistake.) I ran home, and my mother identified this as coffee ice cream. How can I look back now and understand, but it was a really bad bad moment.
Now my favorite icecream at Cold Stone's is coffee lovers' delight. What goes around comes around.
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