My kids got called “entitled” for asking a boomer for a second flavor of ice cream in a large cup

I didn’t cause a scene because I’m not that type of person… but I came close.

I took my kid to get some ice cream after his soccer game, and since he trounced the blue team, I let him get a large cup. Large cups at this shop are two scoops, and obviously everyone knows that that means two flavors. But apparently not, according to the boomer servicing us.

My kid wanted peanut butter mocha and gummi worm buttercrunch. The boomer asks me if I could talk my kid into getting any other flavor besides the gummi worm one because he couldn’t reach the tubs in the second row without inflaming his osteoarthritis in his elbow. I understood, so I asked my kid to choose another flavor. I forget what he named next, but it was also in the second row. I ask him to name another, also in the second row. And so on— nothing in the first row appealed to him.

I ask the boomer if someone else can help us and he says he’s all alone. There’s a line out the door and I can sense people are getting impatient so I just tell the boomer to get my kid all peanut butter mocha, and while he scoops it up I tell him it’s ridiculous that a paying customer can’t get two flavors. My kid is crying a little bit too at this point and I also thanked the boomer for ruining my kids day. After the boomer struggled to scoop up the ice cream— he has to take breaks to rub his arm, so it takes like a whole minute— he hands it to my kid and mutters “entitled brat.” My kid hears that and goes hysterical. He drops the ice cream on the ground and kicks it like it was the game winning goal.

I throw my hands up and decide that’s it, and walk out. Turns out, Baskin Robins is just as good, if not better.