I took ballet lessons as a wee pony-tailed-spindly-legged lass, and, when my hour was over, I pirouetted myself downstairs to Latimers Drugstore and perched myself on a
stool till my Mum or my Dad picked me up to take me home. I was given 35 cents to
buy a soda or a sundae while I waited, and I remember spinning, alone, to the hiss of
the fountain, in my leotard and my toeshoes, on scarlet leatherette, and feeling very Grown Up indeed.
I thought of this, decades later, in Penang, when I saw these fluted coupes: my mind
jeté'd back to then, when "chocolate" or "butterscotch" was pretty much the most important decision I had to make.