After my many years (actually, it's only been one, but it tends to feel that way) of scooping ice cream, I've come to have a conflcited perception of elderly women who come for ice cream on their own. Being a regular church goer, I'm used to being embraced by sweet old ladies with kind hearts and warm hands. After being thrusted into the work force, however, I can't say that this is true for them all. Most often, the elderly women tend to have personalities that veer on the extreme side of things. There are the nice old ladies, and there are the mean old ladies. The nice old ladies simper and exclaim in wonder when you scoop a cone of any variety. The mean old ladies flicker glances of disdain at the edible art that you provide for them and squint their eyes at the prices.
Every day, it is a battle to treat them all the same. I can only hope that when I am elderly, I will be used to the large sizes and indifferent to the prices. In conclusion, I wonder: on which side of the spectrum does this leave me?
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