Our local post office is actually a dairy (corner shop / super baba, whatever you may call the general grocery kind of shop). It sits on our main highway north, and has a small area to pull off to collect the mail, or go and buy a suddenly needed item.
Sharon, our post lady also sells a huge selection of sweets and ice-creams. As you will have realised, our area is currently enjoying early morning frosts. Not exactly the weather for ice cream. However, this morning I was stood in a queue behind an elderly gent in shorts, and a cut off tee-shirt about to purchase a double decker ice cream, perched precariously on a cone. My internal core temperature dropped just looking at him.
I suppose he could have been from Minnesota....
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