Chach was dead on: what this meal needed was a little mint ice cream to soften the blow of the fiery Bengali spices that would soon be churning around in our stomachs. i ran down to the local bodega, procured a pint of Ben and Jerry's Mint Chocolate Cookie, and ran back home, much to the delight of Chach's rumbling belly. however, upon opening the pint, i discovered (to my horror) that the ice cream looked as if it had melted and was refrozen. the minty peppermint flavoring and some of the chocolate had congealed to the side of the carton like some mutated York Peppermint Pattie. the ice cream itself had that hoary texture that one might find on a Christmas window display. the cookies were nowhere to be found, but i suspected that they were lurking at the bottom of the in a heap. undaunted, i grabbed my favorite bowl and attempted to salvage the mess. as i dug into the ice-y cream with a spoon, the bottom of the carton slipped on our marble counter top, causing a chain-reaction in which i lost control of my grip on the spoon, knocked my bowl off the counter and toward the floor, upon which it shattered into 11 pieces. i wouldn't have been so upset if the bowl had the bowl not been from Uzbekistan and had it not been a wedding gift from the Volunteers in our group. i was as shattered as the bowl and quite annoyed that Ben and Jerry's would allow such a shoddy product to make it to the freezer of a local store. so, i wrote them a letter explaining what happened and that i merely wanted my $4.50 back for the ice cream. i would just have to go back to Uzbekistan to find another bowl.
today, i received a package from Ben and Jerry's. enclosed was a check for $4.50, a coupon for 55 cents off a pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream, frozen yogurt, or sorbet, and this:
along with this:
you wouldn't get customer service like this in Soviet Russia, i'll tell you that. i am officially a Ben and Jerry's customer for life.U-S-A! U-S-A!
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