
There is no “wrong” choice here, unless you’re on a diet. If this plate was within one mile of me, I would eat it all. Guaranteed. Even those garnishes wouldn’t stand a chance. I should know better than to write hungry.
Imagine. You’re in an ice cream shop and they have more than 300 flavors.
There are vertical levels of ice cream four levels high that you access with a sliding ladder, like the ones in old libraries. On the ladder peering into an bucket of peanut butter chocolate explosion, you salivate. Oops.
The guy below you looks up and complains about a “leak in the roof.” You smile guiltily, but he doesn’t catch on.
Now looking across the shop at the menu, you see the famous elephant bowl comes with seven flavors! Suddenly, you are in a daze, looking at the same spot on the floor for an embarrassing amount of time.
How are you going to choose? Are you even going to be able to see all of the flavors before they close? Do they have paprika?
“It’s too much.”
The thought pops into your head, and your pro-ice-cream instincts curse the thought of too many ice cream flavors. The shop owner, Jack, glares at you from the second level where all the berry flavors are kept. Jack reads minds. Click To Continue…