If you want to see a group of refined young women turn into a group of shrieking, giggling schoolgirls, mention two words: Washtenaw Dairy.

Washtenaw Dairy serves huge ice cream cones, and some people get excited simply because I mention my adddress (I live 2 blocks from the ice cream store). I don’t know if they thought I was dangerously underweight, but a single scoop means an overflowing waffle cone, and I finished with ice cream everywhere, including the tip of my nose. But that’s why sleeves were created.

Six years ago during the power outage of 2003 I heard rumor accross Ann Arbor that ice cream stores were giving away free ice cream. We hussled over to Washtenaw Dairy to find that they had a generator.