Being at Baskin Robbins with Umayal last night felt like a combination of being in the bank at peak hour & being at the fish market. The sign said "Please take a number for handpack orders".

OK... fine... both of us thought "Hey! We just want a sundae and that is not a handpack item"... and so we put ourselves in the line.

After waiting for a while... we realized that we are not getting anywhere waiting coz these Baskin's ppl are just so stuck with the number system. Fine... stew-peeed misleading sign "Bah!"

So we took a number and waited for our turn. While waiting, Uma finished flipping through the photo albums I brought - we talked crap & decided what flavors we wanted in our pint of ice cream - and for our takeaway she decided to buy home a pint of ice cream while I decided what I wanted in my quart-gallon.

Now... you must be wondering how we managed to eat a pint and still have well chilled ice cream to take home. The simple deduction "My Dear Watson" is that we simply asked the Baskin's people keep it for us first. Ta-daAaahhHhh!