"OK, I'm going to have to come get some money from you to buy them. What flavor of ice cream do you want in yours?"
"Ummm, ice cream? You don't put ice cream in snow cones."
"They do at BJ's. So what kind do you want?"
I went on to explain that ice cream in snow cones sounded gross so I would take mine plain.
She came to the house with Parker to get money. I was still recovering from my hysterectomy and on the couch in my pajamas. She brought my snow cone, sans ice cream...and I never saw her again.