The waitress gave a short curtsy and a cheery wave as she dropped off the ice cream abomination that I had ordered without thinking.
The banana (frozen) and the vanilla and chocolate (store bought) sat staring back at me in silent contempt of my scorn.
"How dare you not be happy!" the treat cried, "We are a banana split! Practically happiness incarnate!"
"I don't like ice cream!" my own bemused stare shouted back. "I don't know why I ordered you!" Picking up the spoon was an ordeal in and of itself.
The handle felt like it had come from the same freezer as the banana, so cold it almost scalded me. Lifting it before me, I examined the little piece of metal.
It was marked with minuscule dings and pockmarks, previous users' carelessness as it scraped along the bottom of an empty banana trough.
Shaking my head, I dunked the spoon's head beneath the surface, watching as it sawed its way through the Ben and Jerry's in a slow, meandering waltz,
shifting back and forth as it hit little patches of resistance. Bringing it up, I steeled myself and took a bite.
Overly saccharine cream bit at the insides of my mouth, causing me to pucker my lips.
In the corner of my eye, I saw a little girl staring and salivating over the treat I was currently forcing myself to have. A moment. A shrug. The girl's eyes and the corners of her mouth drooped.
Eh. It's not exactly altruism, but what the hell.
She'll enjoy it a lot more than I would.