Rumble at the DQ

So the story goes that a man didn't like the way his milk shake was made. Instead of calmly asking for the manager, this man did what any reasonable person would do. He threw his milk shake at the 16 year old DQ employee.

Obviously, there is only one question that can be asked at a time like this: What the hell was this man thinking? I can't imagine any synaptic journey that could begin any thought process rationalizing milk shake throwing. None.

I have to wonder how these two individual's paths crossed that fateful day. It wasn't just the flutter of a butterfly's wings that started this ice cream hurricane. So who do we blame? Was it the shift supervisor, or the parent who forced the kid into paying his own car insurance? Or was it the person who possibly cut off the customer on I-15 which led him to think, "You know what would make me feel better? A milk shake at Dairy Queen." Only to be thwarted once more by a mere adolescent. Who knows what exactly merged these two together.

All I know is that everyone knows that DQ shakes are notoriously thick. That's why they're called a Blizzard. You know? Like thick snow? So thick you can't see through it? 'Cuz the snow is so thick -- it's a blizzard? Hello. Where has this guy been. Pfffttt....