After early supper at a hotpot restaurant, the waitress talks me into dessert. I choose the coconut ice cream. On her way back with my bowl, she stops at the condiment counter and sprinkles a dash of something on top. I wonder: Pineapple? Chocolate bits? Mango?
Corn.
I thank her and eat my ice cream and corn without complaint. But only this once.
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