All I wanted was an ice cream sundae…

For dinner today I went to PCB with a friend.  After stuffing our faces with every item of food that was within reach, we decided it was time for ice cream sundaes.  There were marshmallows, sprinkles, whipped cream, nuts, and more.  I was beyond excited as we ran up with our bowls and flung open the freezer.  Now, I have never really been good at scooping the ice cream out of the bins.  I am not sure if it is because I am pathetically weak or if the little scoopers make it impossible to obtain a huge amount of ice cream.  My friend, who is smaller than me, went first, and she had no problem.  At this point, I felt confident that if she could do it, then so could I.  WRONG.  I stood there for four torturous minutes hacking away at what seemed to be a sheet of ice.  The worst part was that a line started forming behind me so that everyone could watch how much of a pro ice cream scooper I was.  At the end of the four minutes I barely had any ice cream, so to make up for it, I threw on a mountain of whipped cream.  I have no idea what the problem is.  I have no issues opening the doors to Hodges, yet I can’t get a freaking scoop of ice cream.  I sure hope that I’m not the only one who has this problem because everyone I talk to can get all the ice cream that they want out of that thing.