Ice cream night

Once every two weeks or so I get in the mood for ice cream and go to Baskin-Robbins
for a Banana Royale, which is a two-scoop sundae with partially unripe sliced banana on the bottom. High school kids work there – girls, mostly, always in pairs.
I always get pralines and cream and vary the flavor of the second scoop – tonight, Cherry Jubilee ((There should be a jubilee for cherries. They’re a great fruit.)). The two girls behind the counter were listening to the radio, and a Nirvana song came on. The girl who was fixing my sundae started to sing

Serve the servants, oh no

Serve the servants, oh no

“Stop,” the other girl said. “You’re scaring the customers!”

I was the only other person there. “No, it’s okay,” I said, suddenly sad. “Poor Kurt is dead, and I’m here eating ice cream.”

The girl who had been dancing cracked up. I meant it, though.