the choctop conundrum

the choctop.

along with popcorn, perhaps the most famed of movie foods.

at my cinema,

(/my home/my workplace/my life)

we have many a-flavour.

boysenberry is the most popular.

(although banana is my favourite).

choctops are markedly different from other ice-creams:

they have that oh-so-crisp layer of (dark?) chocolate on top,

and then,

waiting so (not very) sneakily underneath,

is much very cold and delightful ice cream.

but,

one goes to candybar,

to waste their hard-earned money,

on their way to the cinema.

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i have spent countless uncertain seconds in the neverending pre-film advertisments wondering if i should eat my choctop, or save it

saving it seems like the right thing to do; to eat it before the feature even begins, seems

crazy. besides the point of all thingz.

but, then,

what if it melts!?

a melted ice-cream is not as fun as one may think.

it is not fun at all.

it gets even more over your face, hands and clothes than usual

and you emerge from said film with a handsome new moustache.

(picture - Jonathan Kambouris - nail art and ice-cream)