When the fine folks in Corporate Sales call and ask if I would swing out to Cold Stone, the dates, times, day of the week, and any other details don't matter.  Yes I will go.  Turns out it was in Painsville or Mentor (ice cream confuses me)

As it turns out I was right (as I normally am), nothing much mattered outside of me being at Cold Stone.

There was a bunch of stuff going on, including a birthday party (which was the reason I was there), a table with 6 people sitting outside eating ice cream (and 3 of them were named Brittany), and Ahmaad was taking photos like there was no tomorrow.  And did I mention I was at Cold Stone.

So there I was at Cold Stone wrapping up my appearance when the ladies behind the counter invited me back (actually I jumped over the register) to make my own.  Right there, at Cold Stone.

While behind the counter, at Cold Stone, I made myself a Rocky Road on a very cold stone (thus the name, me thinks).

Special thanks to whoever in Corporate Sales decided to make this appearance really count and invite me to attend, at Cold Stone.  It was delicous.

Right there....at Cold Stone.

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--Dog