A Sign from TCBY

Woah...Hold the Steering Wheel.

Are my eyes deceiving me?  Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?

Last week I pulled up to a traffic light headed home from the Post Office (my second home) and did a double take...

so much so...I almost drove into the back of the car before me.

I had to make sure what I saw was real and not a pigment of my imagination.  

As I read the white letters on the pink sign...the skies opened up and I heard the ice cream gods calling me, "Kat,  it's TCBY ...we're here for you."                  

Thankfully I missed running into the car in front of me. But I'm  almost positive the driver would have understood....who doesn't love TCBY??

Anywhoooooooo.............

Within the hour I swirled my way over to TCBY.

When I saw the line of people flooding the place....

I wish I had opened it.  It would have ben a capita$ $dea. Cha-ching.

First...with the self-service model, TCBY has fewer employees to pay.

Plus they won't get any worker's compensation claims from ice cream scooping injuries.

Second...the froyo containers are large so customers keep adding more frozen yogurt, otherwise,

it looks like a drop in the bucket.

Third...as you stand in line waiting to pay, you stand in front of the topping bins

which are overflowing with candy, cookies, sprinkles, marshmallows, nuts, and brownies.

Extra time in front of the topping bins...DEADLY.

The girl in line in front of me was charged $8.81 for her frozen yogurt and 2 pounds of toppings.  People feel like they are being healthy by eating frozen yogurt...but the toppings tip the scale for the wallet and the waist.

"They" say TCBY stands for "The Country's Best Yogurt", but for me, it stands for

"Topping Choices Beat Yogurt"...any day.

If you are ever looking for me...look for me at my new second home.  

TCBY.