Dairy Queen

Uh. Not sure what it exactly was that I just got for my order. I decided to make a stop here since I was a little early for class this evening and needless to say, I perhaps shouldve just went to blow spit bubbles in the library.
I pulled up to the drive-​thru window and saw that for the blizzard of the month it was ‘Confetti Cake.” My eyes grew large. I got excited. For some reason, the name put me in the mindset of a birthday cake type flavor. So I ordered a mini size, since ya know, I am watching my figure. Psh!
It was a little bit of a hassle ordering since the worker was mumbling, which led to there being a semi-​standoff at the speaker since I guess she was done talking to me but I had no idea. Finally she said ‘thank you, please pull around.” Alrighty then…
She looks like she does not want to be there AT ALL and its making me want to immediately drive off and leave the blizzard. I take the blizzard from her cold, unfriendly hands, and pull off. I forget the experience and prepare to hopefully dive into some delicousness. WRONG! That mess tasted like some OLD yellow box cake crumbled up into pieces, mixed with regular vanilla ice cream, stirred around with some sprinkles. YUCK! If I hadnt of had to be in class I probably wouldve taken it back to the window and chucked it at her. UGH!!!
GO IU!!! Hoosier Country! LOL!!! *Shrug*