It being a warm summer day, I happened to be driving past one of the many snow cone shacks that dot our fair city. On a whim, I stopped to (you guessed it) buy one. As I had not previously been to this particular snow cone shack, and there were no pictures to indicate the size of the snow cones (small, medium, and large) that you could get, I ordered a large cherry snow cone. After all, when I try something for the first time, I most often like to get the maximum value out of it so that I can judge whether I want to try it a second time.
The girl working the snow cone machine said to me, "I'm warning you; the large size is . . . like, really big."
I was pretty thirsty, and I thought I could easily handle a large, and I told her so. However, the monstrous, globe-sized thing she placed into my hands a few minutes later was . . . well, to quote her, it was "like, really big" - I'm talking literally akin to basketball-sized in circumference.
For the next 20 minutes or so, I feverishly tried to eat this snow cone as I melted all over my hands and all over me. Alas, it melted faster than I could eat it, and I left a sticky mess on the picnic table next to the snow cone shack. I grabbed a handful of napkins to try to clean myself and the table up as best as I could, but I'm afraid I still left a bit of a mess. I apologized to the girl working the snow cone machine.
"I warned you, didn't I?" were her final words. Admittedly, she had warned me. With no comeback immediately at my disposal, I left.
I don't know. What do you think Mr. Bean would have done?
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