Unicorns! I mean, unicones? A friend and I have some time to kill in the International District and we get the idea to get us some cone-shaped crepes, which I have been told about. I look on Yelp on my phone to find the place and notice there are two listings for the same place. One is called Unicorn Crepes and one is called Unicone Crepes. Same place. Hmm, ok. I wonder if it was once called Unicorn but if that was confusing because the crepes are cone shaped? Are people confused about whether they are eating an actual cone from an actual unicorn? Inside are some of the most interesting crepes I have ever seen. Some are less appetizing than others. Oooh, and a there is a neat little coffee machine that also makes chai tea and plumb, whatever plumb is. Plumb juice? Did I mention there is an amazing teeny bop Asian music video on, and that there is actually a unicorn in there? (a remnant from the old place?)
I get home and there is mail for me. Ooh, I love mail! I especially love handwritten mail. Wait, this is some creepy business. G.A. Skipworth? What the? This might be the weirdest and creepiest piece of mail I have ever received in my life. Come to the local kingdom? Why, Mr. Skipworth, that sounds like a place where there might just be come unicorns. What, there are clouds there? And angels? What, this is actually a letter from the Jehovah's Witness people (I googled your return address. Don't you know me at all?). Listen, Mr. Skipworth, I really don't need to discuss how to find real happiness, ok? I know exactly where to find it. On 6th Ave and King St, in the I.D., at the Unicone/Corn, where the chai tea/coffee/plumb? drinks are free with the purchase of a cone/corn.
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