Mediocre Dilly

I got really excited last night because there is a Dairy Queen on the way to the house I'm dog-sitting at. So I pull in, park, take out the $5 bill I have been saving for this momentous occasion and stroll inside.
It went something like this:
"Hallo, welcome to Dairy Queen" (he has a little bit of an Asian-American accent)
"Hi! Thanks! What flavor dips do you have?"
"Chocolate"
"And??"
"Just Chocolate."
"What!?! No Cherry!?! Nooooo!! You're the only DQ in the state and you don't have cherry!?"
"I'm sorry."
"Ahhhh, boo. Okay, thanks anyway" *turn to leave*
"Wait! (they obviously were very bored and needed my dollar fifty seven) We have cherry Dilly Bar! Same thing!"
"Really? It's the same? Ooooo!"
"Yes, same cherry dip"
"Hooray!! That's wonderful news! I'll take it!"
Liar.
Not even close to the thrilling soft serve twist surrounded by a sea of warm cherry flavored sugar dip gloriousness. This was hard low-fat ice cream with a thin cherry shell.
But thank you DQ man, you did the best with what you had and I appreciate it.
It was the same dip, just 98% less of it.
I ate it all the same, and cried.
j.k.
Almost got hit by a car that matched my Dilly Bar though, I think he was jealous.
Dilly rage.
I like saying Dilly, it sounds like something between a dirty word and the name of a cow in Montana.
Dilly.