while eating a giant snowball of colorful shave ice last night,
i came to the realization that trying to get a scoop of shave ice
from my cup to my mouth is like playing jenga.
so the next time you're sitting on the curb next to your favorite shave ice shack,
and you go in for the perfect scoop,
and the top comes tumbling down from the opposite side from which you scooped,
which then falls on your arm,
which then slips down onto your feet,
which then sprays your ankles,
and you try make a human circle with your arms and legs to try to keep it from tumbling on you,
but leaves red streak marks like hawaiian war paint in every which way of its path anyway,
and the remains of a water color mary poppin's washed out portrait on the asphalt all around you,
it's way more fun than crying about a little spilled shave ice.
why have i never thought of this before???