Here’s a sick joke: Someone with a rampant sweet tooth working at an ice cream store. The punch line? Me, it is me.
During a year of unprecedented change, my steady work at Gofer Ice Cream has remained a sweet constant in life. The rich smell of waffle cones, enhanced by the blowing fan that breathes to life when you walk in the door, is enough to brighten just about any mood. Adjusting to work during the pandemic has developed into a beautiful lesson, honestly. We have learned how to wield our scoopers and conquer the milkshake machine with our latex gloves as a new variable in the equation. We have learned to put the right amount of enthusiasm in our eyes to make sure that customers know that, underneath our masks, we are actually smiling. We have learned to decipher incoherent, muffled ice cream orders underneath masks, no longer assisted by the powers of mouth reading.