"Desserts" spelled backwards is "stressed." Want some?
The masses don’t usually have bad moods when they enter the pink and yellow sunshine of a Baskin-Robbins. In the city of Shaker Heights where the streets are named Yorkshire and Berkshire, running along the edge of the city like a river lies Chagrin Boulevard. An apt name, for within the walls of a certain Baskin-Robbins there sort of stands a miserable ogre, whose singular goal, in single scoops, is not to peddle ice cream dreams but 31 flavors of sadness.
For this reason, we shall deem him The Ice Cream Nazi.
