CrazyBerry: For When Your Shrink is Out of Town
Dr. Freud
While devouring a Piroshky on Broadway tonight my gaze lands on the new-ish CrazyBerry store across the street. I haven’t had frozen yogurt since I hung out with my friends at TCBY in junior high so I decide stop in. Besides, I heard they have a green tea flavor and I’m all for green tea-anything. So, I make the long haul across the street, dodging a Greenpeace activist and two people on opposite corners handing out fliers advertising Ron Paul’s appearance at SU tomorrow afternoon [#]. (Digression: Does anyone else think of Mitch Hedberg when someone tries to hand you a flier on the street? “Here, you throw this away.”)
I step inside CrazyBerry and peruse the menu. Three flavors of frozen yogurt (strawberry, green tea, & plain). I’m here for the green tea but have no idea what kind of toppings to choose. I ask the CrazyBerry girl behind the counter. She says she likes strawberries and kiwi. I can’t find a compelling reason to disagree and tell her to go for it.
“A small, please,” I say. She nods.
She grabs a medium sized cup and fills it with green tea frozen yogurt.
In my friendliest voice: “Um, is that a small?”
“No, it’s a medium.”
“But I asked for a small. You nodded your head, remember? Heh.”
“Oh, yeah. Well, you get a medium tonight. I’ll only charge you for a small. Besides, you know you want it, you just don’t want to pay for it.”
I’m crestfallen. She put my ego on notice with a cut so sharp I don’t feel the pain until I see the blood. But as much as I want to feel insulted by her insinuation that I am both cheap and gluttonous, I know she’s right. I give her a $5 bill and leave before she can hand me the change.
I eat my green tea yogurt (with strawberries and kiwi) and contemplate my cheap gluttony. Sometimes, it’s better to give in to the truth, I acknowledge. The CrazyBerry girl is right. I do want more for less.
Thank you, CrazyBerry girl. Your yogurt is delicious, your choice of toppings superb, and your knowledge of the human psyche impressive.
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wow — that is a direct and obvious rip off of pinkberry. even their sign looks really similar.
Answer: Yes. But then again I think of Mitch Hedberg every time I ride an escalator, go camping in bear country, or see a video of steve jobs in a turtle neck.
Hah! It’s not just you! EVERY time someone wants to hand me something on the street I think if Mitch Hedberg (”here, you throw this away.”) No one ever gets it if I try to reference it at the time though.
So glad to know I’m not the only one who views the world through a Hedberg-colored lens.